#ghoul smut

[acapelladitty]

ok but,,,, Mr "the" ghoul subbing for his so/ for the first time and he's all unsure and tryna be cocky but he's actually a big softie who loves being taken care of and told what to do 💥

light me up and breathe in

Pairing: Cooper Howard/F!Reader

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Link to AO3

Summary - After some convincing, Cooper agrees to let you give him a chest massage.

(tw: heavy petting, teasing, cockwarming, threats of violence, cannibalism mention, dirty talk)

Convincing Cooper to let you take care of him was a task better suited for the great thinkers of the world, people who had the patience and the fortitude to deal with his stubborn bullshit as he dodged your every attempt. However, time was always on your side and you weren't convinced if it was the appeal of a massage or the promise that you would stop asking if he relented, but he had eventually given in.

His upper clothing had been shed quickly enough, exposing his bare torso to your greedy eyes. A shapely sight, his body wasn't overly muscular, but clearly held a core strength as it formed a solid expanse - the skin scarred and textured across every visible inch.

Reclined on his chair, his eyes were wary but heated as he watched you clamber onto his lap with a childish eagerness.

"That desperate, huh?"

"Shut up."

Rolling your hands along his chest, the rough texture of his skin left a pleasant tingle in your fingers as you follow the natural contours of his body. Patchy and pitted beyond reason, you map out the ridges with a faint smile and your fascination with his skin didn't go unnoticed.

"You staring at me like that makes me wonder if you're thinking 'bout taking a bite?" Cooper's low voice, dulled by his forced nonchalance, filled the air between you and you refuse to look up and meet his eye as you answer.

"Maybe." You tease, trailing a finger along the column of his neck. "It's about time you had something to worry about so maybe I'll cannibalise some part of you to shut you up for a while."

"If you're gonna wrap those pretty lips around a part of me then I've got some ideas, darlin'."

Gaze flitting across his body as you ignore his suggestion, you settle on his nipples and admire the deep red colour which stands free of his chest. You can imagine him in a better time, picture how dense the chest hair which would have coated him would feel below your fingers. How fun it would be to run your digits across the thick mat and pull at it teasingly, forcing him to shift up and meet your lips with a single tug.

But no.

Hairless.

It really was a cruel world.

Still, there was more than one way to get a reaction and you clamp your thumbs and forefingers around his nipples as you pinch the nubs with malicious intent.

"Maybe I'll focus on these. They're very sensitive."

A strangled gasp escapes him but he covers it quickly by curving his thick hands around the swell of your ass.

"True that, sweetie, but if you tear 'em off I'll be taking yours to replace them. With my teeth, mind."

Pulling at the nubs even more roughly, the discomfort forces a warning rumble from his throat as he arches his back against the chair.

"Not how this works, Coop. You have to say please if you want me to stop."

Scowling, he relents regardless, having alresdy agreed to the terms of the game. "Please."

"That's better, handsome."

Hands feeling dry, you get a move on with your agreement and add a healthy dollop of the unscented lotion which you had stumbled on in an abandoned pharmacy. Its discovery had prompted this little game and you can't hold back your grin as you spread it across his skin - sinking into the intimate contact with a soft sigh.

Tense as hell, Cooper is every inch a coiled serpent ready to strike out. He's subtle with it though; matching your wry comments with his own and visibly attempting to force himself to relax into the earnest touch. For a creature who was wrapped around you like a glove when you fucked, this type of intimate engagement appeared to give him more anxiety than staring death down the barrel of a gun.

"Relax." You soothe, hands running across his collarbone to wrap around his shoulders.

"I am relaxed." He lied.

"Liar." You call him out with a teasing smile. "But if a little massage is so scary for the big, bad bounty hunter then let me make you a bit more comfortable."

Dropping your slickened hand to his groin, you cup his hardened cock through the fabric, wasting no time in opening his fly and releasing him; allowing the girthy length to jut free in the cool air.

"Wow, Mr. Howard," you tease, gripping your hand around his length and stroking along it with a firm grip, "this looks painful. What are we going to do about it?"

"Cruel to play with a man's bone and not give him somewhere to bury it." Cooper rumbled, his hips bucking into your hand as you tighten your fingers around the base of a cock, denying him any further stimulation until he settles. "Might drive a man to do something dangerous, sweetie."

"Oh well in that case." Raising yourself off his lap by planting your feet on the floor, you slip further towards his body and line up his blunted cockhead with your hole - arousal making your lips feels swollen and sensitive as you run his cock along your slickened folds. "Would be a shame to waste it then."

Sinking down on his cock, you drop your head to his neck to hide the discomforting gasp as the familiar stretch of him makes your walls burn with the sudden intrusion. The texture of his cock adds an intensity that makes your legs tremble as it rubs along those sweet spots which make stars fly behind your eyes.

You adjust your hips until you're able to sit flush against his groin, the angle a little awkward but fucking delicious as every slight jostle sparks fresh pleasure. His eyes pin you with a greater ferocity than his cock as his head tilts up to keep line with your gaze.

"Tight as a drum." Cooper growls, the feel of you wrapped around him making his hips move of their own accord as he fucks himself deeper; each small rut leaving your cunt wanting more.

But no.

That wasn't the game.

Slapping a hand to his exposed chest, the skin there still moist from the lotion - you cupped your other hand around the back of his neck and scowl at him with a playful anger.

"Hey! Did I tell you to fuck me?"

Stilling his hips, Cooper curled his lips into a smirk.

"That you did not, darlin'."

"Then stop moving and let me have my fun. You focus on keeping that big ol' gun of yours holstered somewhere I know it likes, and I'll focus on what I want to do."

"You drive a hard bargain, missy." He replies, amusement playing across his harsh features. "But a deal's a deal and, hell, I'm sure there's gonna be a reward of some kind for such agreeable behaviours."

"Keep dreaming, handsome. I'm letting you warm your cock in me. Isn't that enough?"

"From you?" Flashing his teeth with an almost feral grin, Cooper's arm snapped around your waist to pull you flush to his chest as his rough lips brushed your ear. "Never."

Squeezing your cunt around him, the action netting you a muted groan, you push him away and roll your hips as your hands return to his chest.

"Nice try, buddy. But no amount of, admittedly, great cock is going to stop me from rubbing every inch of you."

"Stubborn bitch."

Cooper mutters the words without heat, his hands returning to their original position around your ass as you edge yourself on his cock; determined to explore every inch of him before allowing him to get his rocks off.

"Yours."

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[yourfatherlucifer]

Sticky Situation (HJ)

Ghoul!Hongjoong x afab!reader

Summary: after receiving a dare from your friends, you went into the ‘haunted’ mansion as everyone says, but is it really haunted though? Something is watching you..

Warnings: NSFW MDNI, messy intercourse, slight stalking, dumbification, slime/goo play, ghost stuff, mention of death, aphrodisiac cum, rough sex.

Genre: Smut

AU: Paranormal

WC: 1.6k

Rated: R

Tags: @stardragongalaxy here is your secret admirer request!

Also there will be no part two cause I struggled lol

“Come on, you guys really cannot believe it’s haunted! Ghosts don’t exist!”

Your friends had rolled their eyes at you, “You don’t have to believe us, which is why we are daring you to go inside.”

You had stood in front of a large lavish yet run down mansion, it looked like it was straight from the 1700's, but it was still beautiful. It didn't exactly look quite abandoned but also looked like no one lived there. Maybe someone kept maintenance of it.

Approaching the vast doors, they creaked open with just a soft touch, “Hello?” You called out, like an idiot. Have you not learned from the horror films?

The place was beautiful on the inside, but was clearly abandoned, yet in pristine shape. Who was keeping it so mummified?

There was a grand staircase that winded up to the second floor, which was lined with old renaissance paintings, covered in yellow varnish.

A lot of furniture was covered with white cloth, which you assumed was to protect them from the dust already accumulating.

Dead eyes appeared in the darkness, watching you from afar yet you hadn’t noticed.

The air was musty and smelly, smelled of slight death and blood.

You made your way through double doors and found an almost pristine kitchen with antique appliances, the fridge, the stove, etc. All early eras.

Slipping out of the kitchen into the next room, you found a secret staircase, it seemed like it led to the basement, but as you descended down the steps, the stench of death kept heavily increasing. So, you quickly ran back up the stairs and slammed the door shut, covering your mouth as you tried not gag.

The eyes that watched your every move, quietly chuckled. An evil like smirk forming on its face.

Did you walk into a serial killer's hideout? Why did it smell like pure death? You wanted to leave so badly but your friends made a bet you wouldn’t last long, through the night even so.

You covered your mouth and left the area with teary eyes. You made your way upstairs to the second floor, the winding steps making you dizzy.

You could only open doors that were unlocked and there weren’t many. It was as if someone was trying to prevent you from exploring. You found the master bedroom, or what seemed to be the master bedroom. It was very large. The bed looked very dusty and unused. Looks like this is the room you’ll be staying in tonight, you thought to yourself.

Making your way to the bed, the floor creaked beneath you. You winced with every step and hoped this home was truly empty and was just an old place with dead bodies.

When you sat on the bed, you noticed some type of slime was excreting from it. You shot up from the mattress and began frantically wiping your pants, clearly grossed out.

“What the fuck!” You gagged, hands now covered in the slime.

You couldn’t even begin to think of where it came from, let alone excrete from an old bed.

As you went to leave the room, the door slammed shut in front of you. You let out a loud scream and fell to the floor, slightly bruising your tailbone from the fall.

“Where’d you think you’re going, pet?” A voice mocked you in the darkness.

You gasped in fear as you stood up to your feet, running to the door. Pulling on the handle that just wouldn’t budge. You cried out in frustration as you began to feel trapped and feared for your life.

“Awe, you think you can leave, oh-precious-life?” The voice began to stalk towards you.

You whipped around to face a man, or what looked like a man, his deathly pale skin, wide brimmed hat and a long black coat approached you with a scary grin.

“Get away from me!” You backed into the door.

“That’s very cute. You aren’t going anywhere.”

As he came closer, you could inspect his features, which you came to realize he is very attractive, but still scared you to the very bone.

His black tipped fingers came to brush against your cheek, goo oozing from the tips.

His chest pressed closer against yours, the hat brim stopping him from pushing even closer, “You smell delicious.” His tongue swiped across his lips, “I love the scent of fear.”

You whimpered as he threw the hat across the room. His nose falling to your neck crevice, inhaling your scent. The close proximity of this attractive..man, was arousing you greatly.

He let out a loud cackle, “Ooh, never have I had a human get aroused just by this!”

You gripped onto his coat as he began licking strips along your skin, taking in the flavor of human flesh.

He chuckled once again at your desperation, “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you, human?”

Hongjoong pressed his hardening bulge against your thigh.

‘What are you doing?” You whined as his hands began to roam your body.

“I’m going to fuck you, is that not what you want?” He whispered into your ear, nipping on the lobe.

His hands began to roam your body, “I can clearly smell how much you want this.”

His two hands came up to your shirt, grabbing the middle and ripping it in half. The pieces hang there from your shoulders. You yelp in protest, heat flooding throughout your body.

“You’re never gonna want another human cock after this.” An evil like cackle spilled from his lips with a toothy and mischievous

grin.

His teeth pierce the skin between your neck and shoulder, not drawing blood but practically attaching himself to you with a mark.

He grabs you from under the thighs and hikes you against the wall, tearing your feet from the floor, to wrap around his waist. His hardened cock now pressed against your clothes and wet cunt.

Hongjoong giggled in your ear, “You know, I haven’t fucked a human in so long, not since I died,” He pulls his face away and takes one boob in his hand, the black slime on his fingers left behind a slimey trail down your breast valley. His claw-like fingernails jabbed into the plush skin, drawing blood and pain. He didn’t care for your cries because he knew you wanted this just as much as him.

He brought his pale lips to yours, smashing them together. He then carries you to the unused bed, practically throwing you on the mattress. He uses his hands to rip open your pants, tossing the now ruined fabric across the room.

You quickly scrambled to the headboard, clearly embarrassed you were in your underwear in front of him.

A crazy grin spread against his cheeks as he grabbed your ankles, yanking you down the mattress and back to him, “Why do you continue to try and run from me?” his hand ran down your waist, to your thighs, then back up to your underwear, snapping the band against your hips.

Hongjoong buries his face against your clothed cunt, taking in the scent of your arousal, “Fuck, smells so good.”

You whine as he pulls down the cloth, tossing it over his shoulder. His long and pointed tongue darts out to lick the slick that leaked out of your hole. He throws your legs over his shoulders and pressed his nose against your clit. His tongue playing and teasing the tight hole, he wanted to prepare it for what he referred to as his, ‘monster sized cock,’ when he wasn’t wrong. He is a monster and his cock is huge.

“Gonna fuck you so good.” He mumbled into your cunt as his tongue swirled around your walls, his fingers digging into the back of your thighs. Then slipped his free hand underneath, and slipped a finger in just below his wet muscle.

When he was done playing with you, he removed himself from you and let your legs down.

“Ready for my cock, pretty one?”

You whimpered with a nod, spreading your legs to reveal your puffy and used cunt, “Please, I want your cock so bad.”

He laughed and took the base of his cock and lined himself up, the tip of his tongue sticking out in concentration as he pushed in, “Little human is so pathetic for me. How cute.”

The second his cock reached the hilt, you already felt fucked dumb. He was just that big, his cock so thick and long in size. The best you’ve had.

“Gonna cry?” He grunts as thrusts his hips up, “Gonna cry like a little baby? Can’t handle my cock?” He rests his arms by your head, “Well too bad, you’re gonna take it, you’re gonna love it and you’re gonna beg me for more.”

He sat back on his knees, thrusting into your cunt, while his hands excreted ectoplasm onto your body, the stick feeling was heavy and gross but you couldn’t focus on that. Not while his cock jackhammered into you, barely putting any effort into it yet he had you seeing stars.

He flipped your body around, so that your head could be pushed into the dusty mattress. He raised your hips up, but also rested a hand on your lower back.

You let out a scream as this angle let him reach you even deeper than before, his cock seemed to stretch you out even more if that was possible.

“I’m gonna cum so fucking deep in you, you’ll never want to leave me here. You’ll be mine forever.” His hand gripped your hip so tight, that his nails drew blood and left behind bruises.

“Please, inside, please!” The mattress mumbled your words but he understood you clearly.

He leans down to your ear, “Gladly.”

His black cum spurt out in all directions inside of you. It definitely didn’t feel normal but it heated you up and felt like you needed more. You wanted more, “Oh fuck, I need more. Fuck me more. Please.” You whined and looked back at him.

“That’s so funny, I told you that you’d beg for more, pretty one.”

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[chaos-writings]

when i finish the fallout show, WHO WANTS GHOUL SMUT?!?!

#cooper howard #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul #the ghoul x reader #fallout ghoul #fallout #fallout show #fallout fanfic #fallout smut #ghoul smut

[ghulehunknown]

A Rainy Winter - Rain Ghoul x GN Reader

NSFW/MDNI

Summary: You find Rain by himself during the Ministry holiday party and decide to join him.

CW/Tags: shy Rain, mutual masturbation, public masturbation, fingering, semi-public blowjob

Word Count: 2.9K

Author’s Note: gender neutral terms used for the reader - core, front, nethers, entrance

You slid past the partygoers out the back doors leading to the patio, which was entirely empty except for Rain. He was sitting on the back steps under the pergola, silently watching the snow fall and melt once it hit the pavement. Well, it was really more like slushy rain. He had his head in his hands, rubbing his temples with his fingertips. The heaters were on but it was still chilly out, which meant it was the perfect place for an introvert to hide.

“I brought you some banoffee pie,” you said, sitting down beside him, poking at the pie with the fork to get the biggest first piece that would fit on it.

His eyes illuminated in the Christmas lights that were decorating the trellis of the pergola. “Banoffee? That’s my f- ”

“Favorite, I know.” You already had a forkful, ready to press to his lips.

He looked at your hand, hovering close to his face, then flicked his eyes back at you.

“Open,” you whispered with a smile.

His lips parted and you slid the dessert into his mouth, watching his lips close around the fork as you pulled it out slowly. “Mmm,” he let out, though probably louder than he intended because he immediately covered his mouth. “It’s so good,” he continued, muffled.

“Aww Rainy, didn’t anyone tell you it’s rude to talk with your mouth full?”

He snickered as he chewed, then happily swallowed and cleared his throat. “Thank you.”

You smiled warmly. “So, why are you out here? It’s fucking freezing.”

“I just…had enough of the mingling for now.”

“Do you want me to leave? I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“No! No, it’s not that. I…I like one-on-one company. I just had to get out of there and think.”

“Okay. I can sit here and think with you,” you said, setting the pie down between you and leaning back, propping yourself up with your hands behind you. He took the fork in his hand and gathered another bite, slowly savoring it and going “mmm” again. He set the fork back down on the plate before leaning back on his hands, mirroring you.

As he chewed and you sat in comfortable silence, he inched his hand closer to yours, finally intertwining his pinky finger with yours.

You looked at him and smiled. He looked at you out of the side of his eye, and you thought you could see him blushing. You watched the snowfall for another few moments, the Christmas music and party conversations behind you in the ballroom barely even registering in this moment between you.

“Tour was really…” he started hesitantly, then reached for another bite of pie to break up the awkwardness of what he was about to say. He continued with his mouth full. “…rough.”

“What do you mean? Tour went great! You were amazing, Rain - I really mean that.”

“Yeah but almost two years away on and off…it’s been really tough. I feel like I hardly slept. Copia kept us on a really strict schedule and I never even knew what timezone I was in.”

You nodded. “When he’s in project mode, yes, he can be quite tough, I agree. But I thought you liked it? All the attention, the adoring fans, the parties. You were eating that shit up, I saw you. You’re quite popular online, you know.” You bumped shoulders with him.

He smiled and let out a small laugh. “Yeah, yeah I did. I mean I do, I love what I do. But I dunno about being ‘popular,’ I mean we all know everyone is there for Papa. I mean - I get it, that’s how it should be…”

“Some of them are there for you, Rainy.”

He rolled his eyes and leaned forward, his arms resting on his knees.

“It’s true!” you exclaimed, leaning forward and turning to him. “All those girls in the front row, screaming ‘Rain! Rain! Kiss me in the Rain!’”

He laughed and shook his head, running his hands through his shoulder length brown hair. As he tousled his waves, you scooched closer to him.

You continued to mimic the fans. “‘Make it Rain!’ Come on, don’t tell me you didn’t like it, not even just a little?”

He smiled widely, like he seemed to be hiding something. He covered his blushing cheeks with his hands.

“You liked the attention! I knew it! I heard some girl flashed her tits at you.”

“She was wearing a bra underneath. So it doesn’t count,” he clarified.

“No, that counts! Bet you wished she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, mm?”

He paused before admitting, “Yeah well maybe I saw it anyway.”

You gasped. “Shut up! No you didn’t.”

He pursed his lips and looked ahead.

“Rain,” you persisted, a little too eagerly. “Did you fuck a fan?”

He continued pursing his lips silently, but you could see a smile creep across his lips as his cheeks rose towards his eyes, crinkled closed in amusement.

“Damn I didn’t even know you had game like that!” you teased, bumping his shoulder again.

His mouth opened in surprise as he looked at you in disbelief. “Fuck off, I do too have game!” He playfully shoved his fist into your shoulder.

“Where’d it happen then, hmm?”

“In France.”

“Oh yeah, those dirty French girls. Sure.”

“Yeah, well I did!” he said.

“What was her name?”

“Don’t remember, because there were three of them.”

“She had three names?” you asked with one eyebrow raised.

“No, there were three girls! So I had a French orgy with some girls - I mean chicks - I mean women,” he stammered.

“‘Three French chicks?’” you repeated, laughing. “Enough bullshit, Rain.”

“All right, fine. It was one and I saw her back at the tour buses and she gave me a blowie.”

You nodded, impressed. “Did she swallow?”

“Okay so maybe it was a handjob.”

“So she jerked you off in your pants?”

“Er - yeah,” he said, scratching his head.

“My friend, I think you had a wet dream, not a sexual encounter.”

He rolled his eyes and continued looking out into the garden.

“Maybe next tour you’ll go all the way, Rainy.”

“Yeah…I don’t even know if that’s what I want. The tour, I mean. I just need to think…”

“Well, I don’t think there will be another tour for a while. Haven’t you seen Copia, or have you been avoiding him for two months straight? He’s exhausted. He’s not the same young man he was…”

He sighed. “Yeah.” There was a slight concerned tone to his voice.

“Oh my god it’s not like Copia’s going to die or anything! Primo performed well into his…I dunno, hundreds?”

You both burst out laughing. How old was that fucking man anyway? Your laughter died down a bit and you sat together in each other’s company.

You could hear Wham!’s “Last Christmas” playing in the room behind you. You both looked behind you through the glass doors and could see a very intoxicated Copia, donning a sparkly green jacket, riling up the crowd, asking if anyone wanted to sing karaoke with him. “Awwww, come on!” he taunted a few siblings before turning to Phantom, who was dressed like one of Santa’s elves. “Phantom? Ehhh?” Everybody in the room cheered as Phantom took the mic from Papa.

“Huh. Copia’s annual terrorizing continues,” said Rain. “Found a new victim.”

“He’s not a bad boss, you know,” you said, both of you turning back around to face the garden.

“Nahhh, he’s all right. In the grand scheme of things.”

You muttered an approving “mmm” and nodded as he took another bite of pie and shoved the plate aside, empty except for the crust and some whipped cream. You noticed a bit of cream clung to his lips. You reached up to his face, your eyes meeting his as you brushed it off his lip. He gently licked it off your thumb. He pursed his lips immediately, as if questioning that move.

Suddenly you became very aware of your own heartbeat in your chest. You gazed into his brown eyes, the multicolored holiday lights reflecting in his irises.

He eyed the mistletoe hanging from the beam above you. Of course the Ministry liked hanging the plant anywhere they could this time of year. Would it really be a church of sin without a little encouragement from the boss? But this one had actually grown on the beams over your head, you just noticed. So perhaps more fate than planned.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly. He tucked a strand of hair behind his pointy ear and looked at you with his chin dipped down, so innocently. So purely. You wanted to corrupt him.

“You don’t need mistletoe for that,” you said, tilting your head to the side, watching him tilt the opposite way.

He leaned in to kiss you, the small hairs above his upper lip tickling you. He tasted of caramel and vanilla, remnants of the pie still in his mouth. He slid one hand into your hair as he slipped his tongue past your lips. Mmm, he tasted so good. He held onto your face with both hands as he continued to explore your mouth, alternating teasing his tongue along your lips and sucking your bottom lip, then pulling on it with his teeth.

You tried to smile and pull away as he did this, and he exhaled sharply, laughing at you. He released your bottom lip from his teeth and kissed you again.

Feeling the heat build up between your legs, you reached down to his front, past the waistband of his jeans, feeling around for his cock.

“Mmn!” he exclaimed, pulling away. “What the fuck! People will see!” He looked around wildly and back at the door into the Ministry, only a few feet away.

“It’s okay Rainy, they’re all too drunk and focused on the party to notice anything out here. Plus it’s dark out here and they can’t see us.”

“But I can see them, and it feels I dunno…”

“I promise they can’t see out the window when it’s this dark; they’re basically only seeing their reflections.” You kissed him, then sensed his hesitancy. “We don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable.”

He paused. “You sure they can’t see us?”

“Positive.”

He kissed you for a few seconds before breaking away. “You’re absolutely sure?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Pretty much?”

“Come on, live on the edge a little.”

He nodded and dove back into your lips, dancing his against yours and holding onto your waist. Clearly he was horny enough to not really give that much of a fuck.

“This okay?” you asked, reaching down his pants again.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said breathlessly in between kisses.

You found his throbbing cock quickly, untucking it from the folds of his clothes. He moaned under his breath as you took it in your hands, stroking him gently.

He hastily unzipped his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down halfway over his hips, freeing himself partly. The head of his cock was pink and flushed, but the rest was a light gray color, matching his skin tone. You wrapped your hand around his member - already mostly hard, stroking him up and down. You felt him get harder until he was rock solid in your palm.

His eyes fluttered closed and he propped himself up on his hand, running the other through your hair. “Fuuuck,” he whispered as you twisted your hand up and down his shaft, rubbing the head with your thumb on the upstroke. “Just like that, yeah. Fuck, you do it so good.”

You moved closer to him, straddling his lap and kissing him. He sat up straighter, one hand still in your hair while kissing your lips, his other hand slipping inside your pants to your core. He began to stroke your front as well. You sighed - finally getting some relief to the tingling running through your nethers.

“Fuck, already so ready for me?” he said, smiling. You smiled back and your foreheads touched tenderly for a moment as both your hands worked feverishly between one another’s legs. You both moaned and breathed heavily.

His hand retreated from your pants, leaving you bucking your hips at the loss of sensation. He brought it up to his mouth and spit on it, then slid it back down towards your entrance, pushing two fingers inside you.

“Oh, fuck!” you cried, reaching up to grab onto the small horns on either side of his temple, using them to situate yourself as you began to grind against his lap, making sure to brush along his cock to stimulate him. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, wiggling them inside in a wave motion, driving you over the edge.

“You’re so tight,” he remarked with a grin. “Just like I knew you would be.”

“Fucking hell,” you breathed. “What, were you betting on it or something?”

“Only in my mind. I knew you’d be tight, and well, I was right.”

You laughed at his stupid little rhyme. If he could make you laugh and cum in the same night, you’d be impressed - and, oh fuck! - he just might.

“Fuck - Rain - oh fuck!” you cried out, his fingers pumping in and out of you surprisingly well in the confines of your clothes. You bucked your hips against him a final few times, riding the wave of your orgasm. You fell against his chest, breathing heavily.

“Feel good?” he said, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Yeah,” you breathed in your post-orgasm bliss. You held him close for a few minutes before looking at him again. “I can give you what you wanted to get in France.”

“Ahh, not here,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Not this again, you just made me cum on the patio! No one cares.”

“No, it’s…it’s cold and, he tends to shrink when…” he said with a grimace.

“I’ll warm you up, then,” you said, taking him by the hand and leading him through another door of the Ministry.

“Where are we - ? Hey, wait! No, stop, that’s where the people are!” he protested, yanking on your arm.

“Come on, trust me!” You ran past the doors leading to the party, catching glimpses of a drunk and stumbling Copia with his arm around a Sister of Sin, and off to the side door.

You pulled him inside, into a dark hallway that ran perpendicular to the main party hallway area and pushed him into an alcove that had a large floor-to-ceiling length window looking out into the garden. From this angle with the lack of interior lighting, you could clearly see onto the patio where the two of you just were. If anyone had been here in the shadows, they would’ve seen everything.

You backed him up against the wall, kissing him on the mouth and reaching for his cock again, fumbling with his pants.

“Mmn!” he mumbled, then broke away to look around. “Anyone could walk by when they leave the party!”

“I doubt it,” you assured him. “They’ll use the main hall. They’d have to be peering in every alcove to find us. You’ll just have to be reeeally, really quiet. Think you can manage that?”

He nodded.

“Good,” you continued. “Now take your clothes off.”

He slipped his sweater over his head as you yanked his pants off and tore off his boots.

His skin was soft and supple around his chest and abdomen. He was slender but still carried some cushion in his torso. God, he looked delicious. And the way the moonlight hit his profile, he looked like one of those marble sculptures you’d find in a Parisian museum.

You knelt down before him and finally got a good look at his cock, or at least the shape of it in the dark. Illuminated by the light outside, it cast a very long shadow against the wall.

You took it in your hand as it hung from his body, and it felt heavier in your hand now that he was standing. You nuzzled your face into his crotch, met with a thick mat of hair - so he liked to go au naturale, then.

You licked up and down his entire length as you stroked him. His breath caught in his throat and came out in a hiss. He was much longer and thicker than you would’ve thought from just looking at his lanky body. You kissed his hips, in the little dimples where they met his abdomen, then ghosted your breath again over his cock before taking him inside your mouth.

He cursed under his breath as you bobbed your head up and down, letting him go deeper and deeper. He ran his fingers through your hair, gently guiding you along his shaft.

“Mmmbedderana fwenjorjee?” you muttered against his crotch, mouth full of him.

“Aww, didn’t anyone tell you it’s rude to talk with your mouth full?” he teased while twirling your hair around his index finger.

You rolled your eyes at him and continued to pleasure him, twisting your hand along his member as you moved him in and out of your mouth.

“Ah - Lucifer fu - ungffff -”

You giggled around him, the humming from your throat sending him over the edge as he pumped his hips into your face. He clung to the wall behind you, steadying himself with both hands. Warm, salty cum shot down your throat, spilling out and dribbling down your chin.

You stood up and wiped the cum off your chin with the back of your hand. You held him close, cradling his body in your arms, leaning in for a kiss.

“Better than a French orgy,” he said, a satisfied grin on his face.

#ghost band fanfic #the band ghost #ghost band smut #rain ghoul #rain x reader #rain X gender neutral #ghost band fanfiction #ghost band ghouls #nameless ghouls #ghoul smut #rain ghost #rain ghoul x reader

[black-moon-bunny]

The first signals.

Sister y/n tries to compose herself after her "experience" with the ghouls, but her mind doesn't let her at ease, a strange dream haunts her. Cirrus gets worried after picking some signs from the sister and goes to talk with Papa Secondo. Swiss decided to take care of Sister y/n and took matters on his own hands.

Chapter one. Chapter two. Chapter three. Chapter Four.

Pairing: Swiss x F!Reader, Dewdrop x F!Reader. Mentions of Aether x Dewdrop, Mountain x Rain.

Warnings: A lot of plot. Mentions of death and rebirth. Mentions and a slight scene with Lucifer himself (yeah the big boss is involved in this ) Smut. Knotting , some Dom and Sub dynamics. Reader is knoted by Swiss. Omegaverse terminology (rut , knot, scent, marking etc ) +18, NSFW , Minors DNI.

All the pictures were taken from the internet/Pinterest so credits to their respective creators, I just edited them.

A.N: Hey! Sorry for being away again, I'm struggling a bit with some things but nothing serious. Here's the fourth chapter of this story. I wanted to give special thanks to @hauntedboobees who helped me getting out of the writers block and had been an amazing company this last week. This is for you sweetheart! 💕 And for all the people that supports this fanfic ✨ Thank you so much for reading ✨

She woke up somewhere close to the Church headquarters, Swiss still dozed on her shoulder and she could hear Dew’s voice from the front of the bus. She didn't even remember getting fully dressed but she was with her dress and stockings. She let out a small whimper trying to move. Her body felt sore and a bit sticky.

— Sister? Are you up? — The soft voice of the ghoulette was soothing in her ears as she felt the last waves of sleep get off of her body — ...We have like ten minutes left to arrive...— Cirrus handed her a bottle of water — Sorry if I step a bit further but I dressed you up while you were sleeping... The shirt that Swiss gave you stinks...

As Cirrus seated close to her, she tried to look to the front of the bus: Mountain and Rain were having an UNO match with Cumulus and Sunshine, Aether was snoring in the middle.

— Don't worry... I'm pretty sure that everyone knew and listened to what happened...— She blushed, taking a sip from the bottle — I'm so sorry for... all of this...

— Oh, don't be. Nothing to be ashamed of, really... Especially with that marvelous body of yours, sister. I'm a bit jealous of Swiss and Dewdrop...— She smiled looking up and down her body with a smirk — If you ever get bored of them, Sunshine and I would be more than happy to welcome you in our bed...

— Oh Cirrus... Stop... I'm red again! —She laughed, Swiss tugged her closer to him.

— Fuck off Cloudy, she is mine... and maybe Dew’s ...— He opened his eyes slowly and kissed her cheek — Did you rest some, y/n?...

— I'm not yours, Swiss...— She laughed and gave him a peck on the lips— And don't be mean with Cirrus.

— Thank you for defending me, y/n. Did you hear that? She is free... Maybe you could be from all of us!

— You guys are nuts...— She laughed again and saw Dewdrop looking from the front of the bus at her, he had a worried expression that she couldn't understand. — But maybe I could think about it....

—Mnn... mine ...— Swiss hugged her tighter to his chest — But maybe... you could think about it...

Dew walked towards her and kissed her forehead, he indeed was worried. How could it be? How she could become a Ghoul like them... She was so young and full of life... He worried about how she was going to adapt to the changes...

— Are you okay, Dew? You look worried...

— Oh... No, Sweets, I'm just tired...— He brushed a strand of hair between her ear and smiled at her as if nothing was bothering him. — So... you are going to stay with us tonight?— He sat next to Cirrus and laid on her legs as she brushed his hair with her fingers.

— Yes... If that's okay with you all...

— It is, you can come everytime you want to our den...— Cirrus kept brushing Dew's hair— And if you want, you can sleep with us...— She winked and laughed a bit at her reaction.

— Oh no, today she is going to sleep with me and Swiss... Right, Sweets…?

— Yes Dew...— The bus stopped suddenly with a loud sound. The driver came out fuming. — What's going on?

— We got a flat tire...— Mountain replied looking through the window. They were close to the abbey but not enough to walk their way to the church. Especially the ghouls; they could easily walk their way to the church, but this late at night their human glare fades a lot easier, her nocturnal primal instincts are stronger. The earth ghoul turned around to look at them, to look at her.— Did you sleep well, Sister? If you need something more comfortable, Rain is super soft to sleep on... and we can cuddle you without suffocating you like those two...— He smiled at Dew’s annoyed expression.

— Yeah but you like when I suffocate you so don't be so cocky, Mounty ...— Dew replied and the ghoul turned red. Rain just laughed his ass off. Aether woke up grumpy and went down the bus to help change the tire, but came back even more grumpy.

— We don't have the spare... Someone took it off last ritual to go down a hill...— He looked at Rain and Dewdrop— You two really forgot to put it back!? Ah... I'm going to call Papa and sort this out... Oh, sorry Sister y/n, we are going to take a bit longer...

— Don't worry, big guy... Do you want me to help with anything?

— I could think about a couple of things but...— He licked his fangs in an almost seductive manner — Swiss will kill me if I take you away tonight...

— Oh, come on... You are all going to hit on me?

— Yes...— All of them replied at the same time. She got red, bursting out laughing. It was nonsense. Two days ago she didn't even knew them and now they were all trying to get in her panties? Unbelievable...

— You pervs...— She got up slowly and walked towards Aether grabbing his tie — Let's go big boy, call our Papa and I will help you to change the tire...

— At your orders, Sister...— He smiled, letting himself be dragged outside the bus. Cirrus looked at Swiss and Dewdrop. It was her chance to talk with them now that she was outside. She moved Dew from her lap and looked at them with a serious and concerned expression but keeping her strong character, the softness and elegance of the air bloodline.

— I need to talk with you about something important... It's about y/n actually...— She saw the confused expression of Swiss, but couldn't point out the feeling that Dewdrop eyes expressed.

—What is it? That she is going to become a ghoul like us? No... like Rain, a reborn...— Dew replied a bit harshly.

— Who told you…? You were listening…?

— Wait, what!? She…!?— Swiss looked in disbelief. It couldn't be... but that could explain a lot actually.

— Yes Swiss... It's a long story, can you two hear me out…?—She explained all to them and looked right at Dew — You cannot tell her, that's our boss job... Promise me that, Dew...

—Why? She has the right to know, it's her life that we are talking about! What about that? What about the fact that she is going to die to be reborn?! —The tip of his horns turned a bit red and a soft red glow creeped in his eyes.

— Lower your fucking voice, Dewdrop...— Her eyes turned completely icy blue. She took a deep breath and returned to her relaxed expression.— ... It is but you know what the shock could do to her? She will probably leave the church, she could hurt herself; she could do a lot of messed up things or never speak to us again. We are going to scare her with the truth if we just go and say that to her... Papa is going to talk with her about it. They have been friends for a long time, he is the best to do this for now... And after all... He is Papa now.

— ...She will hate us if... if she doesn't want to be one of us and her destiny obliges her...— Swiss mumbled a bit worried. He had just found her, he didn't want to lose her so soon.

— We are going to do anything that we can to ensure that she has a decent and safe transition... I promise, but please, none of you can say the truth to her for now...

— So when she burned her hand....—Dew replied — The door was...

— Marking her. The changes are supposed to start in a few months... Copia intends to talk with her about it soon. We have a week starting from next week and he wants to reveal it to her by that time... Can you wait for the week, Dew, please...

— I will do my best... But if she doesn't know by the end of this month, I'm going to tell her. You are all warned.

The door opened again and she went up with Aether, a bit blushed and breathy. She helped him to move the big tire away as he lifted the bus, and she got tired quickly; her body was still wasted from the encounter with Swiss and Dew.

—Well, Copia should be here in a couple of minutes. And you two should take care of her, she almost faints helping me...— He laughed and walked her to the seat near Swiss and Dewdrop.

— I'm... tired...—She laughed a bit, feeling her legs tingle a bit for exhaustion.

After some time, they heard the motor of Copia's vehicle. They all went down to help change the tire. She walked towards him to greet him again.

— Ah Sister, you are awake. How do you feel…?

— How did you know…?—She blushed a bit.

—I came to talk with the ghouls before leaving and I saw you sleeping with Swiss and Dewdrop...— He smiled looking at her glowing face — You seemed so relaxed and at ease that I couldn't wake you up...

— Oh, Papa...— She laughed looking at his hands, she never had seen him without the gloves. His hands were roughed up and dirty. — You went looking for the tire yourself?

— Oh yeah... It was at the little house in the garden... And I didn't want to bother the sisters who are up at this hour...

— Our always handy and sweet Cardinal... Pardón, Papa, our Papa....

— I'm still the same bella, Copia for you. It doesn't matter... not when we are alone or with the ghouls. But thank you for the respect...

— You are going to be a great Papa... I'm glad that we can still be friends… Copia.— She looked at the ghouls playing with the pinch tire and they both laughed. She felt so at ease... Besides the copious amounts of dopamine rushing through her bloodstream, the whole situation felt dreamy.

— You believe that?... I'm still having some doubts, Cara… It's… How is the word... Huh... I have to fill great shoes...

—It’s big shoes...— They both laughed a bit of the tension off.— Why? You are a great man, you have passion in your blood, your speeches are amazing and moving; your presence on the stage for Devil's sake... Why fill some other shoes…? Why not create your own...?

—... I'm glad that you believe in me with such fervor but I'm still worried about some aspects of the role... Being in charge is complicated, you have to be there for the congregation, si? You need to step up in conversations and give your opinion... And the old man still behaves somewhat... hostile?... I don't want to let anyone down...

— You will not... You could never let me down at least.

He felt how his muscles tensed listening to that. If she only knew all of the things that were said and thought about her in the last year... He felt guilty. She trusted him and still, he could not tell her the truth... At least not for now, but how could he find the perfect moment? How to say in a smooth way that she was going to die and be reborn in a ghoul during a stupid clergy ceremony? How could he say to her that she has been chosen to be a new ghoul under his papacy...?

— Hey, are you okay... Copia?— She watched as the expression in his face became more somber.

— Y/n, I... I want you to know that no matter what happens in the future, you can always reach for me and I will be there for you...

—... Why the sudden statement? Are you okay? I mean, I know that this is a special moment but you seem sad... It's not time to be sad, Papa. You need to celebrate your new "job" — She looked him right in the eyes with a subtle caring expression—... And I know, you are pretty much my best friend, I will always reach for you… Now cheer up!

— Hey! Papa! Sister, we are ready! Papa, are you coming to the den later? We want to celebrate...—Aether walked towards them. He saw how Copia was a bit tense, he also wanted to help.

— Oh no, I'm an old man and eh... I have to make sure that… the little guys are in bed and fed... Have fun but I want you tomorrow at eight for morning mass.

— Yes papa...

— And you, Sister... Take care and have a good night...— He kissed her forehead and felt a strong scent, she smelled like a pomegranate... That was new.— And rest, please... Don't let them keep you up all night.

After saying the proper goodnights, everyone went back to the bus and back on the road. As soon as they were on the church grounds, she felt a strange feeling of being watched from above. She looked to the left tower and saw the bright white eyes. She could feel shivers. That was not Terzo, not Primo... Secondo was watching her, a part of her felt that she was already in problems for this but she never expected that the problems were going to come from Papa Secondo. She tried to look down and keep walking, her body still felt a bit sore from the rough treatment, but she couldn't complain about anything, she wanted all of it. As she approached the hide entrance to the ghouls den, something inside her stirred; there was this pressure in the back of her head that was becoming a little bit annoying and she felt a bit lightheaded, dizzy even.

She could hear the ghouls making jokes about how Copia seemed so confident on stage but then he couldn't even ask for a coffee without stuttering some words while walking to the den. Swiss approached her from behind and hugged her tightly against his chest.

— Mnn... I'm hungry, Sweets... Is it okay if I eat you as soon as we get to the den…? — He buried his face in the crock of her neck but her scent was off, she smelled a bit more acidic but not sweet. — Are you okay…?

— Swiss... —She felt the red crippling to her cheeks — I'm okay but I'm hungry in the "I want to eat food" way... Can we eat something first?— She felt a low pitch in her ears, her vision was somewhat blurry. She just blamed it on her hunger and exhaustion.

— Don't worry about it. Mountain left dinner ready for us before we left... Are you really okay…? Y/n?

— I'm... a bit dizzy. Maybe it's because I'm hungry or something like that...— As they made their way closer to the main gate to the den, the dizziness got stronger. Swiss looked at her worried; she was turning pale as they got near the entrance, even her lips seemed purple. When they were almost inside the den, he saw how her body collapsed. He took her in his arms and alerted the rest of the ghouls who came worried to help her. They let her rest on the couch. Her skin seemed almost transparent.

— This... Could this be related to the ritual? ...I mean, the ghoul turning thing...

— Could be. Secondo told us that we still had some time but... her body is already failing— Mountain replied. His always calm demeanor seemed off, he was worried. If they didn't have that much time... How were they going to deal with it? How will she deal with it…?

— ...It's not our fault, isn't it?— Dewdrop sat next to her and got closer to his chest. Her heart was still beating, she was breathing slowly. But her skin didn't have any color...

—...Maybe we just speed the process...— Cirrus intervened. She looked at Mountain and told him to heat the food and prepare some hot beverage for her. — I will talk to Copia. Maybe we could find something in the books about the process and how much time she has...

—I’m going to take her to my room... Dewdrop, can you stay with her? She needs something warm.

—I’m on it— They left her slowly on Swiss’ bed and Dewdrop laid down next to her, hugging her carefully, heating her body with his own heat. Swiss looked at them with mixed feelings. He was excited to have a new member in the den but he never saw the process of a reborn. When they met Rain, he had already been converted years ago so they never saw directly to the process. And he was worried that she would hate them after knowing the truth and their involvement in the process.

As the body heat that radiated from Dewdrop slowly brought back her color, her consciousness was still gone. She felt trapped inside of a dream.

In her dream she was standing in front of a mirror, but the reflection seemed off. She was dressed completely in black and even had a black veil over her face. She tried to lift the veil but something stopped her. Then a deep voice began to talk to her.

— Are you sure that you want to see under the veil? Are you afraid of the truth?

— Who are you? ...Why am I here?

— I'm the one you worship... The one that put you in this path, Sister.

—...You are our Dark Lord? Show yourself! I... I want to see you...

— I don't think you want to, sweet Sister... I don't think that you could even phantom my sight in your brain, you could pass away just by looking at me... Do you know why I'm here?

—…I don't know what I'm doing here. I don't know about you either...

— You are here because your soul is looking for the truth... If you are brave enough, lift your veil...

— Why did you bring me here, Dark one…

— Because soon enough you will be mine. Under my wing you will become even more than what you already are... Go on, Sister, lift that veil... Discover your truth...

She was nervous. The whole room was pitch dark besides the mirror in front of her. She saw the pair of glowing red and orange eyes turning blue and then red again like they were flicking as they watched her getting closer to the mirror. She didn't dare to look too close to the creature that was watching her, but she wanted to know what was under her veil and why she couldn't see herself clearly in the reflection of the mirror.

As she was about to lift the veil she saw her hands; they were slimmer and the tip of her fingers were black with burgundy nails that looked a lot like claws. She stopped for a moment as she took a deep breath. She lifted the veil and saw her face, the grayish tone that faded into burgundy right on her temples. Beneath the burgundy curved horns, her lips were black and she had fangs... She knew it was her reflection but she couldn't match the look in the mirror with her own body. That was the body of a ghoul. She let out a scream when she realized that it was her in a ghoul form...

— What does this mean?...Why do I look like that?!

— You will soon know your truth... Now go, they are waiting for you...

She wanted to ask more questions but she felt like a fire blaze pushing her away from the mirror and the eyes that scorched her soul.

She woke up feeling suffocated; she was gasping for air and felt a scream trapped in her throat. She was agitated and disoriented, her eyes were looking for something in the dark to hold on and felt warm tears fell down her face and she didn't even understand why she was crying. Dewdrop woke up from his nap beside her and tried to calm her down.

— Sister... Sister, calm down, it's me. It's me, Dewdrop… Hey...

—...Dewdrop, I... I just had a nightmare... I'm... I'm so sorry...

— It's okay, don't worry. You are here in Swiss’ room. You blacked out from exhaustion and uh… I dozed off, maybe you had a nightmare because I was too hot near you... Did I burn you?

—No, no...— She looked at her hands, she still felt the claws at the tip of her fingers.—... Dew, do you think that... nightmares can bring visions?

— Huh? Why? What did you dream of?

— It's nothing serious, just... I heard the voice of Satan in my dreams and I can swear that I saw his eyes...

— ...You dreamed with our boss? I mean, the boss of bosses... Damn, that's cool... I don't even remember how he looked like...

— He is like... your dad? I mean, the father of the ghouls or something?

— Eh... well, no, that would make us all related and... Iugh...—They both laughed as she relaxed with the conversation. Dew’s hands were comforting her sore muscles with soft strokes. They felt warm and cozy up and down her back and shoulders as she let herself rest with her back against the chest of the ghoul. — We are not directly related to him... Well, to them. There's more than one boss for us, he just stands higher... To not make this so long, basically we are born from demons, we have a "family" but most of the time we are on our own, and then you have the reborn ghouls, humans that... well, become ghouls after a special ritual but… it’s not that common.

— So you are not related to each other… And how did you ended up here?

— Well, we were summoned here a long time ago except Swiss, Rain and Sunshine. Swiss just came here because his brother gave his position to him… And no, Sweets, we are not related. We are ghouls, not monsters. We do not fuck with our family.

— Swiss has a brother? —She turned around to look at him, she was a bit surprised —

— Yeah but they don't get along too well... Omega is much of an asshole and he is always around Terzo so we never see him that much. Rain was brought by Mist, one of the ghoulettes from Terzo's era and Sunshine was brought here because Ifrit, her older brother, recommended her... Do you feel better?

— I do... Woah, there's a lot that I need to know about you guys...—She joked pinching Dew's cheek — I'm hungry...

Dew was trying his hardest. He wanted to tell her the truth. He wanted to tell her that everything was going to be ok and that they were going to help her, but Cirrus’ words hammered in his head. The last thing he wanted was to scare her away from them and he knew that Swiss would never forgive him if he did anything that could hurt her. He could understand why; she was magnetic to them, she was full of energy, she was caring and weird like them. She was going to fit so well with them as a ghoul... But he was scared that she would hate her life, losing everything that she already knew to change into an eternal life as a ghoul.

— Oh yeah, let me tell Swiss you are up, ok?

—Thanks....—She still felt a bit nervous, her dream felt too real. She could feel in her head where the horns were supposed to be.

She still felt the scorching stare in her soul. Was it a premonition? Was it a foreshadowing of something that was going to come?

As she tried to compose herself and stand up from bed, Swiss went into the room. Before she could even talk to him, he was lifting her in his arms.

— Don’t you dare, you need to rest. I think that we, eh... Well, maybe we overdid it… I sometimes forget that you are human, you know?

— Swiss, I can walk, you are exaggerating! And tomorrow I have to work so you can not baby me around...

—Who said so?—He nuzzled her hair as he carried to the living room. Aether was sleeping on the couch while Rain and Mountain were cuddling on the floor watching a movie. Dew was heating her some food. Cirrus was nowhere to be found and Sunshine and Cumulus were already sleeping.

— I say so! Come on, let me sit at least...— She felt more at ease with everyone there. She felt protected around them. As Swiss let her down in the seat, Dew puts her a plate of mashed potatoes with herbs and a steak.— Oh Mountain, this looks delicious... Thank you.

— You are welcome, Sister… If you excuse me, Rain it's already falling asleep. Have a good night, and you two, let her rest.— He took the water ghoul in his arms and left for their room.

— Do you feel better? — Dew turned off the TV and moved Aether to wake him up; the quintessence ghoul just grabbed him and hugged him against his chest. — Aeth, come on you big asshole, let go, you are crushing me...

— Mnhg... Firework, be quiet, I'm sleepy... and cold, let me… just...— He snored again. Dew just gave up and turned around letting the big ghoul spoon him.

— I feel better, don't worry...—She and Swiss laughed at Dew and Aether. As they mingled in the living room, Cirrus was in Secondo's chamber talking with him.

She was concerned about the future changes that the sister could face and if their interaction with her could speed the process or affect it in some way.

—I’m so sorry Papa for bothering you this late, but I think that you have the answers to my questions.

— Is it regarding the new ghoulette? Sister y/n?... I saw you together. I have to guess that one of the ghouls managed to get under her skin? Who was it? Dewdrop?... No, Swiss. Primo told me something about finding them alone in the library. At least we kept her a whole year away from the den... If you are here, I'm going to guess that something happened to her. Cirrus please, tell me, what happened…?—He pointed to a small coffee table with a bottle of wine. She took a seat and served him a glass.

— She burned her hand with one of the gates of the den and two marks appeared on her fingertips: a moon and a triangle and then, she blacked out and her skin turned almost translucent.

— Well, she has been already marked by Our Lord, he already picked her element... Her name will come to her in her dreams...

— So we had something to do with it? …Us being closer?

— I would like to say that you don't, just to keep you calm. But I'm not going to sugarcoat this, you are infecting your energy and essence on her and by this, you are accelerating the process. We thought about a year…? Well, six months at best.

— But... If we cut the communication...

— I knew that you would say something like that, tell me... She had sex with one of you?

— ... Swiss and Dewdrop.

— Try to stop them from reaching her, she already burned her scent in their brains. Their bodies once in rut are going to crave for her. And the process once started, little cloud, it cannot be changed or stopped. Tomorrow morning I will call Copia, we are going to have a meeting to talk about her.

—… I'm worried, if she doesn't want this life...

— Don't worry about that... She will be fine. This is a big thing for the church too, Cirrus. It's our first reborn, the sign of a new era for this church... It's no coincidence that we are presented with a new Papa at this time. Trust in Our Lord, Cirrus... Now, let's make a toast for our new ghoulette and the beginning of a new era.

After the toast, she said her goodbyes and returned to the den. She felt a weight in her shoulders; she didn't want to hurt her in any way and she knew that the ritual could be a lot for her to process. She only hoped for Copia and Secondo to help her and lead her way, and to tell her the truth as soon as possible.

In the den, Swiss guided her again to his room. With soft movements he began to undress her, he kneeled in front of her, who was seated on the bed, to take her stockings but as he removed the fabric he got lost in her legs. Caressing the exposed skin and giving soft kisses, she felt how he was restraining himself from getting too excited, how he was fighting the need to spread her legs open and feast on her. The truth was that she was hoping for a little more of the ghoul. She wanted to feel him over her, pressing her body against the mattress, making her moan and crumble underneath his weight. Only thinking about that made her legs press together to soothe some of the ache. He noticed it and her scent began to flow freely around his room. He felt relief at the sweet smell, back to normal, but at the same time he doubted. He didn't want to hurt her or make her collapse like before.

— Are you sure? You almost died before...— He traced a line from her ankles to her inner thigh with one of his claws, slowly, seductively. — I don't want to hurt you, Sweets...

—... Swiss, just...one more time... Don't you want to eat me…? Am I not tasty…?—She felt a bit ashamed but after their spectacle in the bus and hallway, she couldn't deny her true filthy nature in front of him anymore. And she knew it was a dirty trick, but the way in which the face of the ghoul transformed into pure lust and hunger solved all her doubts about her attitude.

— Oh y/n... If you are able to walk tomorrow, you should be thankful... I’m going to destroy you, little minx... Open your legs for me Sister, let me see my sweet treat...

She spread her legs and removed the underwear that she was wearing, the one that they stole from Cumulus after having sex on the bus. Swiss took it and put it in her mouth. She tried to protest but the stare of the ghoul made her quiet.

— You will need this, we can be too loud. The rest is sleeping…— He took a look at her wet sex, her labia was completely coated in her slick. She shimmered under the soft orange light of his room. He opened her labia with his fingers. — Look at that, so wet for me already... You are leaking, sister...— His eyes were glowing like ambers, his mouth watered at the sight. — You are a complete slut, huh? Already so wet... and look at that, you still have my cum inside you...—He slided one of his fingers inside of her with ease, she felt boiling inside. He licked his fangs before eating her out. His tongue pressed flat on top of her clit, licking softly, enjoying her flavor. He sucked the bud, pressing from time to time with his tongue while his fingers moved inside of her. She felt in a cloud, completely lightheaded. Her moans were muffled by the panties in her mouth, her hips moved back and forth looking for more contact with the ghoul. She looked at his horns, the texture seemed inviting for his hands; the black fading to gold in the tip, the armored texture, the shape that slightly curved upwards at the end. She couldn't help it. She grabbed the horns and pulled softly towards her, holding them to press him further into her, riding his face.

The ghoul moaned at the touch, his horns were sensitive. Her hands were so soft and, at the same time, handled him with a bit of strength. His already hard dick leaking huge amounts of precum. He used her help holding him in place to use his hands to relieve some tension, taking his pants and underwear off. He began to pump his hard erection, thrusting his hips into his hand. His tail moved around her legs, giving soft strokes to them. Her muffled moans were becoming louder, she was about to climax just by riding his face. The skilled ghoul's tongue was making wonders between her legs. How it entered his hole and moved inside her while his nose was pressed against her clit, how he devoured her trying to get more and more of her taste in his mouth. He wanted to make her cum over and over, mark her as his even if it lasted only a couple of days. Scent her so strong that no one would even dare to look at her without feeling his presence.

She kept holding his horns or pulling his hair between her fingers. The sounds that they both made were obscene, were pure lust and filth. He was sure that all of the den could hear them, but he didn't care that much. Even with the panties in her mouth she could be heard in the hallway.

— Mngh... Swiss pl-please, just... Ah... right there…

— Mnhpf...— His groans were muffled as she rode his face looking for her climax. Before she could even prepare herself for the feeling, it exploded -the coil bursted inside of her- and she let it out. Swiss kept his face pressed against her as he felt the squirt on his mouth. He pulled out slowly as her hands fell to her sides and left his horns.

— Ah, that... Swiss...

— Look at the mess you made...— He climbed on top of her, pinning her hands above her head with one of his hands. Looking at her body with that glow and fire in his eyes. Licking his fangs and the droplets that fell from his upper lip.— ... Look at that face... Do you want more? I'm sure you do...— He took his shirt off and the panties out of her mouth. She drooled at the sight, she never saw him fully naked. His chest was sweaty, almost shining with a coat of sweat, his arms were toned and with the veins that were marked down to his hands, where the gray of his body fade to black. She wanted to bite his pectorals, his neck, his collarbones, every piece of skin she could reach. She noticed that he had a couple of tattoos but in the dim light of the room she couldn't distinguish them clearly.

— Swiss...— She tried to let her hands free to touch him but he just gave her a sly smirk.

— Oh no... no touching until I told you so...— He rubbed the tip of his dick over her clit a couple of times, earning sweet needy moans from her. She moved her hips looking for more friction. — So eager... Who would have thought that you were so dirty, Sister y/n... I want to hear you say it...

— S-Swiss... no... Don't... tease...

— Oh, come on... Say it, say what you want Sister...

— Mngh... please, just fuck me please…!

—See? It was not that hard... Say it again— He lined the tip of his dick with her entrance, pushing slightly. — Come on...

— Mngh... Swiss, please!... Fuck me already, you... Ah! Fucking tease...

— As you wish, little brat. —He pushed into her with ease: in one push he was already all the way into her. She left out a breathy moan at the intrusion. The air that left her lungs felt hot, like exhaling fire. The air in the whole room felt thick with the primal sounds, the wet slapping, the moans. Her hands were trying to escape from his grip, she desperately wanted to touch him; to feel his hot body with her hands, pulling him closer to her. But his grip was strong. He smirked again while he thrusted into her. The cadenced movement was making her lose every grip that she had in reality, her mind was fogged with pleasure. She felt how his dick reached every spot inside her, how her walls were squeezing the living hell out of him, who was a grunting and gasping mess.

— Mngh… Swiss, I want to... Mgnh... I need to touch...

— Ah! You want to touch me? Huh?— he leaned closer to her ear, biting her earlobe and kissing his neck while he talked — And what if I don't let you?

— Mnhg... Don't be... Ah! Fucking hell... Swiss... Mnhg... don’t be an asshole...— She returned the smirk to him-. If he wanted her to be bratty, she was going to… Or at least she was going to try her best while the pleasure made her brain a mush.

— Mngh... You fucking brat...— His thrust became deeper, a steady pace but deeper than before. He felt her cervix stopping him and everytime he thrusted, he felt how her insides twitched, sucking him into her again.— No touching until you beg for it... How about that? You, slut...— Her tits bouncing seemed so inviting. He leaned as he thrusted closer to her chest and began to bite and pull her nipples in his mouth, flickering the sensitive buds with his tongue and sucking the skin that was exposed to him; his fangs traced the skin slowly, he didn't want to hurt her or be too rough to draw blood.

— Mgnh! Ah... Swiss, I'm… Imma... Ah!... Fucking ghoul, please! I want to touch you!

—Mmgh... Not enough... Beg for me...—He used his free hand to grab her face, making her look directly at him as he thrusted over and over.— I want to hear you... Beg for me, you lascivious whore...

—Mngh... Fuck you...— She moaned at the slap of the ghoul’s tail at her clit — Mngh... Ah!... Mngh... Swiss! I'm... I'm... Fuck, I need to touch you! I need you!

The multi ghoul moaned at the sound of her begging. He let her hands go and lifted her. He was standing, grabbing her by her hips as she caged him between her legs. Her arms went over his shoulders hugging him closer to her as she thrusted; gravity was making wonders to the position in which they were, pulling her down with strength everytime the ghoul pushed up with his thrusts. He could feel her tight insides squeezing him so well, the velvety walls inside her gushing and sucking him in every time he pulled out. The room was filled by moans from both of them, the way the slapping wet sound made a small echo in the room, the heavy breathing of the ghoul and the whimpers of the already dumbfucked sister.

Her nails digging in the ghoul’s skin, tracing his perfect back as she tried to get a slight grip into reality, her whole word was being blown away at this moment. She felt so full of pleasure, so full by the thick cock of the multi ghoul. In her mind there was nothing more than Swiss and his scent, she wanted to stay there forever. Swiss moaned at the feel of her nails, he looked at her to find no thought in that face beside a fucked out expression, she had a string of saliva running down her lips to her chin, her hair was a mess, her eyes seemed lost and full of lust and desire. He felt that proudness of being the one making her look like that, the nice sister that only a couple of days ago got red by only looking at him, the nice sister that looked so nice and composed behind that desk now was being fucked until dumb by him. His claws digged in her hips as he felt his own climax closer to him.

—Kiss me...— She looks at him with that fucked out expression and then he took his time kissing from his neck to her chin and then kissed her lips. She really tasted like tangerines or pomegranates. The kiss was sloppy, intense and full of passion. They both devoured each other over and over again, his tongue licking her lips after they finished the kiss. She kissed him again and again and again. Her hands pressed on his back digging her nails with strength, she bit his lip and pulled a bit looking at him and his lustful expression. He loved making a mess of her, bringing out her lustful self.

—Such a naughty girl... Mngh, fuck, I'm close... You want me to fill you, huh?... Mngh, ah! Keep squeezing me like that... fuck, you feel so good, my pretty girl...

She knew that the thing that she was going to ask for was risky, but she felt the urge to be knotted by him. She wanted him to go feral in her, even if tomorrow she could barely walk to her room.

— Knot me... I want to be filled to the brim by you...

He never thought that she knew about that special "ability" that they had. He never, in a million years, could have phantom the dirty request made by the "shy" sister. His body reacted immediately, the knot at the base of his full erected cock appeared. It had the same fade from black to gold that his horns. His horns grew a bit, his skin was not only gray anymore, it had some gold accents, almost like reptile scales. His pupils were dilated to a full, his fangs grew to stick out a bit from his mouth and his claws grew as well. Fully primal, almost animal. His voice even sounded like a growl.

— You fucking slut... Once I knot you, my filthy whore... you are going to be only mine, maybe I will... Mngh... share you with the rest of the ghouls, but… Ah, fucking hell... if one of those filthy human brothers of the congregation dares to even look at you... I'm going to fucking kill him...— He sat on the bed with her on top— So tell me... Are you sure you want me to knot you?

Something in her, maybe the last bit of common sense, tried to refuse the offer that she already had begged for... But the part of her that wanted to be fucked like this everyday of her life didn't care one bit. She moved her hips looking for more of him.

— Mngh, fucking knot me already Swiss‼ I want you! I need to be filled by you!

That was all the ghoul needed to hear, he went full animalistic. His claws digging in her skin hard enough to draw some blood, his thrusts were becoming harder as he was so close. The spade of his tail pressing her clit as she bounced, his fangs marking her shoulders, neck and collarbone; she was going to be bruised as hell tomorrow, but neither of them seemed to care.

As they both approached their climax the heat inside of the room was almost unbearable: the bed was slamming into the floor and wall, he probably would never hear the end of it tomorrow, he was sure they had the whole den up and listening to their spectacle. But he couldn't care less. She was tightening so nice around his dick, he was almost there. With one deep thrust he felt the base of his knot pressing against her. He thursted again feeling how he stretched her around his knot. After a couple more thrusts the knot fully entered.

—Oh, my fucking devil... Swiss! This... Ah! I'm... I'm... Fuck, Swiss, like that! Oh, fucking hell! I'm coming!

The coil snapped, she came with a loud moan digging her nails as hard as she could in his flesh. He bled a little but the subtle pain was even more pleasure for him. She squirmed and moaned as her orgasm bursted, her squirting wetting the bed and the ghoul’s belly. He grabbed her hips giving her a last thrust and releasing his thick cum inside her, the knot throbbed a bit. She felt how her insides were being coated and filled with his sperm. They stayed in the same position for a while, his hands caressing her back with soft strokes, helping her to ride her last waves of pleasure and relaxing her over him.

— You were great... Such a good girl, aren't you? It's okay, breathe...— He kissed his forehead before taking a look to where their bodies were connected. His knot was still there, her pussy was a bit red and stretched around him. He was a bit worried that he may have hurt her. — It's going to take some time for it to come down... Are you okay?

— That... That was... Mngh...—Everytime she moved she could feel the knot inside her, it felt amazing.— That was incredible... I feel so full...—She looked at the tip of her fingers, the deep burgundy color on her nails seemed to be the blood of the ghoul.— Oh Lucifer... Did I hurt you?

— No no, don't worry... I like it... You should do it more, I will be glad.— He got up with her in his arms, trying to not make abrupt movements. He went for a towel and then laid on the bed with her on top, the knot was slowly going back to normal. He used the wet towel to clean her face, some of her blood that fell from the indents of his claws and fangs. — I'm sorry I got carried away… Does it hurt?

— Mnn, no... Don't be sorry... I liked it.— She gave him a reassuring smile while caressing his chest. — Tomorrow I'm going to be sore as hell, am I?

— For sure...— They both laughed and, as they did, they heard a small "pop" sound, the knot went back to normal and his dick slided out from her. She felt the hot cum of the ghoul going down her legs.

— Mngh... I want to take a shower but it's late...— She let herself rest in the chest of the ghoul, while this caressed her back and waist with his big hands.

— Don't worry... I can't take you to the tub, so you can take a bath while I change the bedsheets.

— Mnn... I can walk...—She tried to move her legs but they felt like jello.

— No, you can't...— He laughed and took her to the bathroom, letting her rest on the tub while he filled it with warm water. After a while he went to change the bedsheets and then returned to get in the tub with her. She rests her back in the ghoul’s chest while caressing his arms that were around her.

— You were serious about what you said? The whole "I'm going to kill if they look at you" shit?

— Dead serious... I can share tho, with the rest of the ghouls... and maybe even Papa... and Terzo…but you are mine.

— Well... I can live with it...— She laughed and rested her head on his shoulder. — But you cannot kill someone just because they looked at me, and you cannot interfere with my work...

— Mnnnn... Ok, I’m not going to kill anyone but I will scare them if they try to flirt with you.

— No one flirts with me, Swiss. You, the ghouls, are the only ones that seem interested in me... Hey, that means that I can scare the sisters that flirt with you…?

— Oh babe, you can scare away every single one of them, I'm not interested… I only want to make you mine over and over, but seeing you jealous is something that interests me...

— If I get jealous I'm going to make Dew and Aether pay for it. And you are going to watch.

— Mnnn... that sounds tempting...— They both laughed at the ghoul’s comment. After a couple of minutes they left the tub and went to Swiss’ room. They felt some moans coming from Aether's door as they walked to Swiss’ room. They recognized the fire ghoul’s voice and just laughed a bit before going to sleep. She fell asleep first, Swiss was still a bit worried. If she was going to become a ghoul like them, would she change her heart? She would leave him? He was sure that he could never let her go from this moment forward, she was already marked by him... and he could not even begin to imagine his life without her scent near him now that he had her. He gave her a soft kiss on the forehead and went to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a complete nightmare or a really amazing day. It was now in the hands of fate... or Lucifer.

A.N : Hiiii! I finished this chapter at last! I want to clarify some things before ending the chapter.

First, I decided that swiss was going to be the main pair of the reader because they had more chemistry between them for now, and more interactions. But as Swiss said he can and will share with the rest of the ghouls, it's a polyamorous situation.

Second, the ghouls have stablish couples like Rain and Mountain or Cirrus and Sunshine, but they all are involved in an open relationship. As long as is with consent love and care , they are okay with it.

And third, In the next chapter I will dive deeper in the whole reborn thing and how it will affect the reader. But, for now I can say a couple of things, the reader is going to die, yes she has to die in order to be reborn and also, the papas are going to be heavily involved in the process.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter 💕 I will try to post more often now that I'm trying to get rid of the writers block. But sadly I enter university in a month so, after entering I will try my best to upload often. 💕 Have a nice day, drink water, eat something and rest well 💕

Tag list : @hauntedboobees @yuk-for-president @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @jbcalway @onedaughterofman @serene-sun

#ghost fanfiction #ghost bc fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction #swiss ghost #swiss ghoul x reader #swiss x reader #swiss ghoul #papa emeritus fanfiction #copia x reader #reader x swiss #swiss x dewdrop #swiss smut #ghoul smut #dom!swiss #ghost the band #multi ghoul #multighoul

[ghnosis]

dew will 100% cum in his pants if you touch his nipple rings just right.

#dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghoul smut #ok to reblog

[nimbusghoul]

Prompts/Fandoms for Asks!

I will say i cANNOT write angst for the life of me, and this is not the extent of my list!! Im always looking for ideas.

Fandoms!!

I will add to this as i remember more!

COD, Ghost BC/The Band Ghost, Arcane, Slashers!!(Will put a list of slashers I know below, let me know if you don’t see one you like!), Supernatural, Criminal Minds, Hotline Miami, Supernatural, FNaF, Moon Knight, Webtoons!(Will list the ones i know below the slashers), MHA, Ride The Cyclone, Hamilton, Dear Evan Hansen, Six, Hadestown, MCU, The Walten Files, Creepypasta(I am cringe but i am free), Inside Job, Beetlejuice(Musical), Danganronpa, Redacted ASMR, The Walking Dead, DC comics, Scott Pilgrim(Movie AND comics), SCP, Gorillaz, Welcome Home, Sally Face, Kingdom Hearts, Mystic Messenger, Obey Me, Helltaker

Slasher list

Michael Myers, Carrie White, Ghostface(All), Billy Lenz, Thomas Hewitt, Art the Clown, Pennywise(I am cringe but i am free x2), Jason Vorhees, Freddy Krueger, The Candyman, Brahms Heelshire, Harry Warden, Patrick Bateman, Pearl(YOUNGER VERSION ONLY, Mia Goth is hot okay?), The Sinclairs, Hannibal Lecter, Jennifer Check, Pinhead

(Let me know if i missed any you like!!)

Webtoon List

Let’s Play, Acception, Monsters & Girls, Gourmet Hound, Acception, Miracle Simulator, Down to Earth, Lore Olympus, The Devil is a Handsome Man.

Please recommend me some more webtoons you enjoy! I would love to try them!

Fluff

A)Scary Movie Night

B)Sleepy Morning

C)Family Dinner

D)Festival Date

E)Camping Date

F)Teaching(How to cook, languages, can go either ways and you can choose the material)

G)Shopping

H)Thunderstorm

I)Crafting

J)Falling Asleep together

K)Insomnia Help

L)Self Care Day

M)Talking about starting a family

N)Period Care/Sickness Care

O)Coming Home

P)Snowed/Rained in

Edit: found out i can in fact add a cutoff IM SO DUMB💚💚

Smut

(ANY KINDA DISABILITY AND VAGINISMUS CAN BE ADDED TO THESE)

1. “It’s getting late, don’t you wanna come inside?”

2. (Fluffy Smut?) Tickle Fight

3. Sexy Games (Sex Dice, Sexy Fortune Telling, Position Roulette, Card Games, Strip Poker)

4. Quickie

5. “What do you like?” - “I don’t know…” - “Then how about we find out together?”

6. Blindfolded Exploration

7. “You’re overworked, Loosen up a bit.”

8. “You’re so done when I get you alone.”

9. Wearing their clothes half naked

10. Sleepy Morning Sex

11. Pheromones

12. “Wanna take a shower?” “Sure.” “Alright, I’ll join you.”

13. Walking in on them/you changing

14. “What a great way to wake up.”

15. “Wanna try anal?” “Sure!” “Okay bend over!” “wait what?”

16. Dressing Room Sex

17. “I want to spoil you.”

18. “Can’t you knock?!”

19. “I wanna be a parent, Let’s make one”

20. Nudes of Inconvenient Timing

21. Long Distance Phone Sex

22.Birthday Sex

23. Fluffy Size Difference

24. Make Up Sex

25. Rough Size Difference

26. Gaming/Working Blowjob/Cockwarming

27. “I wanna make a sex tape.”

28. “Cute Outfit! Now take it off.”

29. “Come Help me with my zipper”

30. “What do you want for Dinner?” “you.”

#ghoul smut #arcane viktor #slashers #slasher hcs #tamaki amajiki #spencer reid x reader #daryl smut #spencer reid smut #mha x reader #mha smut #ghost smut #slashers smut #ghost band #ghost bc

[thatdamnmutt-exe]

Too Sweet • Charon (Fallout 3)

Plot:

Charon accidentally gets too horny after constantly watching his boss all day. After trying to ignore it, it becomes too much to bare for him.

Pairing:

Charon x Masc!OC (Name: Ren)

Warnings:

Pre Bottom Surgery Masc, Size Kink, Choking, Thigh Riding, Needy!Charon, Hickeys, Blow Job/Face Fucking, Praise, Spitting, and Gay Shit.

Extras:

Maybe I’m a gay lil homo boy for a big ghoul man.

Song:

Too Sweet • Hozier

“I’d rather take my whiskey neat.”

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“Charon, what do you think of this look? These road leathers fit better with my armor.” Ren asked his ghoul bodyguard who was looking around the store, watching others gather what they needed.

Charon grumbled, “Looks good boss.” He avoided looking at Ren. Today was just an off day for him- he felt overly… horny as the humans would say. He didn't understand why, he never feels this way.

Ever since last night when he accidently walked in on his boss changing from his shirt and into one of his own, something in him just clicked. Seeing his boss in his very clearly oversized shirts- god the memory made his pants even more tight. He was so thankful that he had armor on to cover it.

"You didn't even look. Charon, you've been weird all day? Are you doing okay?" Ren asked, concerned for his body guard. Charon grumbled out a 'I'm fine' before moving away to leave the store.

Ren watched, confusion clear on his face as he watched Charon leave. He made his way to pay for the outfit and quickly left the store. He looked around for Charon, calling his name a few times.

"Where did he go?" He moved over to the back of the building, only to be grabbed and pushed up against a wall. "Char-" Ren was cut off by rough lips against his while the other's hips ground against his own. A small moan fell between their lips, making Charon's pants to grow tighter. That small sound drove him mad.

"Ren... last night... fuck you looked so good in my clothes." Charon's hand moved to pin Ren's above his head, his other hand snaking under his shirt. Charon has never been more happy that Ren forgot to put his armor back on.

Charon's thigh moved to open Ren's legs as he moved his leg to grind against Ren's clothed pussy. "Get off on my leg." Charon commanded, his voice deep and raspy. Ren's body shivered as he felt himself pulse at Charon's voice.

"Yes, Charon." Ren breathed out before matching Charon's rhythm, his legs nearly going weak from the sudden spike of pleasure. Charon kept Ren up, absolutely loving how much bigger he was. He loved that he could hold Ren up and in place.

Ren's arms moved to wrap around Charon's neck, his face buried in the Ghoul's chest to muffle is whimpers and moans. He angled his hips a bit, hitting his clit better, sending his legs to shake. His climax slowly climbing as he moved a bit faster.

"C-Charon- can I cum?" His voice comes out muffled against Charon's chest. The words make Charon's eyes roll back, the fact that he could get Ren off by just his thigh, it made him feel so powerful for the first time in forever.

Charon grabbed Ren's neck, squeezing slightly as he tilt his head back before spitting in his mouth. Ren was caught off guard at first, but ended up swallowing. “Cum for me- Show me how good my thigh feels.”

Ren’s head spun as he felt his legs nearly give out as he came hard against Charon’s thigh. His grip on the ghoul tightened as his breath was shaky. “Charon!” He moaned against the ghoul’s chest, the sound muffled by the chest.

Charon held onto Ren until the smaller composed himself and moved himself to lean against the building. It had been awhile since Ren had done anything like that and it hit him hard.

He looked up at Charon, lust still in his eyes as he moved down to his knees. His hands moved to rest on Charon’s buckle, his eyes trained up at the ghoul, waiting for permission. Ren earned a grunt as a response, giving him all the permission he needed.

His fingers worked fast to undo the belt and throwing it to the side. He moved the pants low enough to reveal Charon’s decently sized dick. He takes it into his hands and slowly starts pumping, making the ghoul groan and move to rest his arm against the wall, leaning against it for support. “Just like that.” He huffed out while his eyes closed.

Ren moved his face closer before doing small licks against the tip, licking up all the precum. Within a second, Ren took most of the ghoul’s length into his mouth. He hallowed his cheeks and sucked a bit while his tongue focused on the tip. His hand pumping the rest of the shaft while his other hand massaged the balls.

Charon, who was unaware of just how skilled Ren was with his mouth, became a grunting mess at this new sensation. His free hand moved to grasp a handful of Ren’s hair to hold him in place before rocking his hips, face fucking his boss.

Ren gagged a bit and struggled to gain breath from Charon’s sudden harsh movements. As sudden as the actions were, they couldn’t help but turn Ren on more from how Charon manhandled him.

“Keep doing that- I’m going to-“ Before Charon could finish, he came down Ren’s throat, forcing the smaller to swallow it all. It was bitter, as to be expected. Ren didn’t pay attention to that, he was too focused on making sure he sucked out the last drop.

Charon slowly started to let Ren out of his grasp, allowing him to breathe. Ren moved to stand and lean against the wall, his head spinning from the lack of oxygen.

Before Ren could say anything more, an arm wrapped around his waist and held him close. Ren looked up and was met with Charon’s eyes. They were full of need, lust, love, confusion, and desire. The ghoul was very unfamiliar with this territory, but what he did know was that he wanted to explore it more with Ren.

“Charon?” Ren’s voice broke the silence, his voice scratchy and hoarse. Charon didn’t answer, he instead pulled Ren closer, kissing him deeply as he did.

Ren understood what Charon was trying to tell- show- him what he was feeling and thinking. He smiled in the kiss as his heart fluttered. He loved the Ghoul with his whole heart.

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“My coffee black in my bed at 3,

you’re too sweet for me.”

#Spotify #fallout #fallout 3 #fallout charon #charon fallout #charon fallout 3 #fallout 3 charon #charon x lone wanderer #charon x male oc #charon x male #charon gay #charon gay smut #fallout 3 charon gay smut #charon x male lone wondered #charon smut #fallout 3 charon smut #fallout charon smut #ghoul smut #i’m gay for the ghoul #i like my men radiated

[acapelladitty]

The Ghoul x Knife Kink

Hotter Than A Match Head

Pairing: The Ghoul (Cooper Howard) x Female Reader

Summary: A late night fuck turns into something more when Cooper decides to bring his knife into the fray. (1.1k words)

(tw for: knife play, rough sex, nipple play, dirty talk, threats of violence, mild blood, dom/sub dynamics)

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Fucking Cooper was like being trapped in a hurricane; a constant flurry of movement, of your body being manipulated, shaped, and generally thrown around with minimal care. The ferality which he so closely monitored and kept at bay only ever appeared to slip through as he ravaged your body without mercy - by hand, by teeth and by cock.

He was relentless in what he wanted and reckless in his pursuits.

But not tonight.

Tonight he was much more careful in his considerations as he pinned you to the dirty floorboards of the abandoned house you had agreed to spend the night hiding out in. The floor was cold and gritty against your back but you hardly notice it, so engrossed by both the cock which was spearing your cunt and the wicked ghoul attached to it. A man who had pinned you to the floor many minutes before and was currently rolling the edge of his hunting knife across your chest like he were mapping out an assault.

You had watched that same knife sink into countless bodies, living and dead, and the graze of the serrated edge against your collarbone was electric. It was a blade which had seen more violence than most, but the dexterity with which he wielded it was stunning to see. A skill which had led to more than one heated fantasy that Cooper had finally seen fit to make a reality.

"Don't move." Cooper threatened, his eyes ablaze with unfettered arousal as they loomed free of his sunken face. "Don't wanna accidentally slice off something that I might miss."

At the warning, he rolls the flat of the knife across your right nipple - the nub peaked and already reddened by his teeth as he had 'perked' them up earlier in your little game. Shuddering at the sensation of the cool metal, your hand grips even tighter at his forearm and the leathery skin there has very little give beneath your clawing fingers.

His knife glints in the meagre lighting, a single, shitty lamp providing illumination against the dark room, and you tighten around him; your cunt as wet and willing as ever as the thrill of his knife adds an extra layer of danger that makes you dumb as all fuck and desperate to see it used.

Writhing and groaning as he trails the edge of the blade across your skin, not deep enough to cut but with enough harshness to threaten, a cruel smile splits his ragged lips as his bright eyes refuse to leave your expression.

"It really makes you this willing, eh? Haven't seen a bitch in this kinda heat for a long time, sweetie. Maybe I'll even throw ya a bone."

Swiping the knife free of your chest, he continues to lazily thrust within your cunt - his thick cock making every rut of his hips feel like your walls were being hollowed out and punished - as he taps the knife against your stomach in a slowly descending pattern.

Your knees spreading even further, heels determined to gouge out a section of his lower back as they push into him roughly, a keening moan slips free of you as he teasingly grinds the butt of the knife against your engorged and somewhat neglected clit.

It's a fresh hell; sparking pleasure mixing with overstimulating discomfort as your most sensitive nerves are subjected to the cool leather and cruel pressure of the knife. It's a rough texture, every ridge making you flinch and whine, as the sudden onslaught has you stuttering out a slew of utterly incomprehensible pleas which simultaneously beg him for more while demanding he stop.

"It would be so easy." Cooper muses, pulling the knife away and letting it hang between his fingers as he presses his hand to the ground. "You're far too soft for this kinda life. Cut me and it don't make a difference. Hell, I'm not sure I'll even bleed. But you-" He trails off, his groin never ceasing in its movements as he continues to deliver shallow, punishing thrusts to your cunt.

"You should do it." You pant, meeting his aggression by rolling your hips against his groin to stimulate every pulsing nerve in your sex. "Cut me. Mark me as yours."

"Can't be doing that, darling." His breathing very quickly grows ragged, his cock noticeably jerking within your cunt at the lustful demand. "Cause I might never stop. By the time I was finished, you'd be painted even redder than I am."

"Cooper." A keening whimper as his hand abandoned the knife to wrap around your throat, squeezing and testing the skin there as he enjoyed the sensation of you swallowing around his fingers. "Please. Just one. Just a-an intital. You can choose where."

Punctuating each sentence with a thrust of your hips as you remained pinned beneath him, the ridges which sat along the hollow of his nose appeared to flare for a moment as he considered his options - interest alighting behind his darkened eyes.

"You're a tricky one, sweetheart. I've known seasoned whores that're less convincing than you."

It's almost a purr, his accented syllables glossing over the backhanded compliment like an old blanket, but he complies anyway as he releases your neck and snatches his knife back up, the point coming to rest on your hip.

Stilling your movements for just a moment, the feeling of his cock as it stretches you out with its unrelenting heat growing more and more intoxicating. Every passing second is a constant discomfort which makes the pleasure all the sweeter as you warm his cock for him as he works.

"Be ready." Is all the warning you get before he digs the tip of his knife forward into your unprotected hip, the sharpness of the blade splitting the skin like it were little more than butter.

As aroused as you were, it still hurt like fuck, and a stuttered cry is buried into his shoulder as you push your head up - the pain flaring with a wicked intensity before dissolving just as quickly into a dull ache. In the same instance, a tickle of dripping liquid rolls down your skin and you lie back on the floor as he discards the knife to the side with a noisy clatter.

Instantly his hand is pressing over the wound and the pain of the pressure adds to the adrenaline which is making your fingers tremble and your cunt clench, the latter making him grunt as he presses his groin as tightly against your sex as he can to fill you with every inch.

"S'only a superficial cut." Cooper groans, enjoying the determined way in your cunt was milking him with every inviting spasm. "For a scar we'll need to keep poking at you 'til the tissue is so damaged, you'll need to skin it off to get rid of me."

Pulling his blood-tinged fingers to your face, you nip at the pads of his fingers - the leathery skin rough against your lips - as you wrap your free arm around his back. Using him as leverage, you begin to roll your hips once more as you chase the release your body is now desperate for, every inch of your skin feeling sensitive and raw.

"That's the best- ah, the best fucking news I've heard all day."

Unleashing a low chuckle at the enthusiam, Cooper meets your determination with some of his own as he resumes his merciless fucking - all the while, his hand refusing to let up its pressure on the crimson 'C' which lay, freshly carved into your willing skin.

#amazon fallout #fallout #cooper howard #the ghoul #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul x reader #cooper howard x you #the ghoul x you #fallout smut #ghoul smut #cooper howard smut #fallout tv smut #fallout prime #walton goggins

[gojosprettyprincess]

A/n wrote this at 5am so I apologize for any errors! <3 also it's poorly written but I hope you guys still like it.

Yk what fucking drives me crazy the most?

Sweet innocent looking men that treats you so well, I'm talking like he writes you cute poems, follows you around everywhere like a lost puppy and gets all flustered and shy when you want to go to Victoria secret to get new bras and panties but he still goes in with you anyways with his hand clinging onto your arm instead of just leaving because anything for you, the way his face melts into your hand whenever you'd cup his cheeks, looking at you with those innocent puppy dog eyes then he kisses your hand. Like he's just such a cutie you know? He'd let you do his makeup and let you baby him and feed him. Literally just anything you want he'd do it and lets you do. Whatever makes you happy.

And that same sweet innocent guy would have you against the wall, his strong arms holding you up, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he slams his hips against you, each thrust pushing you higher against the wall as he let you drop back down on his fat cock after, and he's even noisier than you are, loud whimpers and groans escaping his lips as he looks at your face, feeling satisfied and happy that his thick cock is the reason for your cute fucked out expression and sweet moans that are like music to his ears. Your nails leaving long red marks on his shoulders and back that he's sooo proud of having, he loves it when you do that, it's like a reward to him for making you feel good. His big strong arms pressing your legs back even further up as your knees raised up by your shoulders, giving him a deeper angle as his cock brushed against the right spots inside you that made you see stars to the point where you can't even think straight.

"O-oh fuck! baby, need you to cum ple-ase, fuck! please, wanna see you make a mess on my cock please I'm begging you princess", his voice cracks as he whimpers it out to you. The sweet and innocent needy tone in his voice compared to his rough pounding like he fucking hates you and had to prove it was all it took for you to cream around him, nails digging deeply into his back as he's practically making out with your neck, kissing and sucking on the tender flesh, leaving a bunch of purple and red marks that's definitely going to make him all fluttered and shy when he sees them in a few hours, remembering about what happened earlier. His eyes rolling back as he feels you coating his cock with your cum and dripping all over him.

"Ngh! Oh fuck, Tha-nk you! Thank you so much, gon-na cum!". He cries out. Your toes curling as he sped up his pace, hammering his cock in a reckless pace into your poor cunt, his thick cock head kissing your cervix with each one of his deep thrusts as he greedily chases his orgasm. He made sure to have his cock so deep inside of you to the hilt so he can fill you up full of his cum as he painted your tight walls white, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his cock, stuffing your hungry cunt full as he lets out a shaky groan while planting his face in your neck. He starts breathing heavily, panting against your neck as you felt his cock twitching inside of you. And you know what? He slowly pulls it out of you, being sooo careful that he doesn't spill any cum as he grips on your thighs even tighter before getting on his knees and eating all of his cum out of your filthy stuffed cunt like the good boy he is, after all its his mess and well, yours also but he doesn't mind! he just wants to make it easier for you to clean you know? :(

Choso, Izuku, Armin, Toge, Zentisu, Kirishima, Yuuji, Kaneki.

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[chestharrington]

Girls On Film || Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve's absentee parents gift him a camcorder for graduation. What better way to find out how it works than making a sex tape?

Couple: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Content Warnings: explicit smut (f!receiving oral, handjob, p in v sex ft. girl on top), sex on camera, filming a sex tape, lovey-dovey adorable dorks in love

Word Count: 3.7k

Your heart soared with pride as Steve walked off the football field towards you, wearing a goofy-looking gown and graduation cap. As soon as he reached you, he lifted you up and gave you a tiny spin, smiling ear to ear. 

“You’re looking at a college grad,” he said with a smug smile after he put you down. You beamed at him as he lifted his hand and showed off the shiny gold class ring. “I’m never taking this thing off.”

You grinned, tugging at the graduation gown. “What about this thing? You willing to take this off for me?” You smiled wryly and pressed a kiss on his cheek. 

A throat cleared behind you both and you turned, looking at the party and Robin standing with various levels of disgust evident on their faces. 

Robin wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Keep it in your pants, please. Or, I guess keep it in your large, nylon zippy robe.” She squeezed between you and kissed Steve on the cheek. “I’m so proud of you, Steve.”

Dustin stepped forward next and gave Steve a big hug— he’d hit a growth spurt since you last saw him and was nearly as tall as Steve. Lucas, Will, and Mike all offered their congratulations combined with complaints about how boring the ceremony was after they got through the H last names. 

Max crossed her arms as El wheeled her over, trying her best to be nonchalant. “I can’t see you, but I know you look dumb in that stupid hat.” Steve gave a fake laugh, took the hat from his head, and placed it on hers. “Ew, it’s all sweaty, you jerk.” She smiled despite herself and held the hat against her chest.

Steve wrinkled his nose in a way that told you he was trying his best not to cry. You knew it meant a lot to him that they’d shown up. 

“Why don’t we all go for lunch?” You suggested. “My treat.” Not wanting the reunion to end, and not wanting to turn down a free lunch, everyone piled into their cars and headed to Steve’s favorite place.

When you and Steve got into his car, you were greeted by the shrill sound of his car phone ringing. With a furrowed brow, he reached over and retrieved the bulky device from its bag and answered. Even from across the car, you could hear the tinny noise of his mother speaking on the phone. 

“Yeah, the ceremony is over,” he said, jaw ticking. “I sent you both the invitation two months ago.” He looked over with an exasperated look, so you grabbed his hand to give a comforting squeeze. “Well, we’re all going to lunch if you can make it.”

You frowned, but didn’t say anything. Despite their apparent lack of care, you knew that he valued their approval and time.

“Oh. Right, I understand.” He sighed deeply. “Well, I appreciate it. Okay. Okay, bye.”

He hung up and sighed, running a hand through his hair. “They, uh, they got double booked. They’re in Buffalo for a conference right now.”

Your gaze softened at the sight of his disappointed expression. “I know they’re proud of you, Steve.” He nodded, but didn’t look entirely convinced. You pulled the hand intertwined with yours up and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles.

————

When you arrived at your shared condo, you were greeted by a gift-wrapped box on the porch. You had to help him carry it in through the door, huffing as you both dropped it onto your coffee table. 

Steve shrugged off the graduation gown he was wearing and kneeled to unwrap the present. A large card taped to the top revealed the senders, as if that were in question. 

“To our firstborn son— congratulations! Love, Mr and Mrs Harrington.” The emotionless text almost made you grimace. You’d never read something more blatantly written by a personal assistant in your life. 

“Jesus,” he muttered as he tore away the wrapping to reveal the gift. “This thing must’ve cost a fortune.” You glanced over as he held up a plastic case and found nothing that might have revealed its contents. 

“What is it?” You asked, kneeling down beside him and leaning in close. He popped open the case and held up a hulking piece of machinery. 

“It’s a camcorder,” he said with a grin. “It’s the best one on the market.”

You raised your eyebrows and tried not to ask what he even needed one of those for. Video cameras were for new parents and aspiring filmmakers, not college grads.

Your own gift felt tiny in comparison, even though you’d been saving for a few months to afford it. Between rent for you and Steve’s condo, groceries, and gas for your cars, it wasn’t easy to have expendable cash to buy nice gifts with. 

You stayed quiet as Steve marveled at the fancy gift, holding it up to his face like he was testing how it looked through the viewfinder. 

“Gorgeous,” he said, peeking out at you. “I think I found my muse.” You scoffed and covered the camera with your hand even though it wasn’t charged. 

“Plug it in and we’ll see how it works later,” you said. “For now… I have a gift for you.”

He sat up, wearing a grin. “Is it lingerie? Is it dinner at The Olive Garden? Is it a bubble bath?” He leaned in and nipped at your jaw teasingly. “C’mon, tell me—“

You giggled as he pinned you down on the rug, peppering kisses on your cheeks. “Steveeee,” you groaned. He finally stopped, hovering over you. “You’re such a spoiled brat.” That made him grin even more. He pecked your lips chastely, then sat back on his knees. 

You scrambled to stand up and grinned. “Stay there, alright?” He nodded and you disappeared into your shared bedroom. 

Hidden away in your bedside table was a glass trinket box you’d thrifted a few months ago. It was shaped like a heart, with little gold foil embellishments. You couldn’t leave without it. You knew the real gift was inside, but you still hoped that Steve would like the box. 

Steve was fiddling with the camera when you stepped back into the living room, trying his best to plug it in to charge. When he saw you, though, he smiled and sat down on the couch, waiting for you to join him. 

“It isn’t much,” you insisted as you handed it over. “I hope you like it though.”

He smiled and nudged your cheek with his nose. “Are you joking? This is adorable. I love it. I’m gonna keep all my important stuff in here.”

You smiled and shook your head. “Babe, open it.” He looked sheepish as he lifted the lid, then his expression softened. You watched with a fluttering in your chest as he lifted the chain from the box.

It took months to save up for real gold, and then for the pendants after. Two initials— his and yours. “If you don’t like it, I can take it back and get something you actually w—“ 

 He cut you off with a quick kiss that made your head spin. “It’s perfect. Best gift I’ve ever gotten, hands down. And one year I got Yankees tickets behind the plate for my birthday.” He was quick to put it on, smiling over at you. “How do I look?”

You pecked his cheek. “A million bucks, babe.” He leaned in and gave you a real kiss— deep and intense. You smiled against his lips and melted into his touch. You’d never loved someone the way you loved him. 

“Wanna know what’s crazy?” He said after he pulled away. You nodded and he gestured towards the bedroom. “I bought you something too. Stay here.”

You sat patiently as he got up and hurried into the bedroom. You heard scuffling and the sounds of moving drawers until he returned, holding a wooden box. 

“Your gift is inside this, by the way,” he teased as he sat back beside you. You watched him with anticipation until he flipped it open and your heart stopped. 

“So, uh, I got you jewelry too,” he said softly, or maybe your ears were just ringing. 

Inside the box, nestled in the middle of a tiny silk pillow, was a diamond ring. 

Like, a diamond ring. The kind you get married with. 

“That’s—“

He nodded. “Yeah, it is,” he said, grinning ear to ear. “Will you marry me?”

In lieu of a verbal response, you put the ring on and kissed him like he was your one and only source of oxygen. It felt like it anyway— that if you parted from him even a little you’d cease to exist. 

“Yes?” He asked, smiling nervously. “That’s a yes?”

You kissed him again. “It’s a yes, Steve. I wanna marry you.”

———

Steve forgot about the video camera in the excitement of the engagement. Because he had to call Robin’s hotel and let her know, and then she spilled the news to the party, and suddenly it felt like everyone from Hawkins was in the tiny condo. 

After hours and hours of catching up and celebrating the day, you and Steve were left alone in a quiet house. 

“So… the future Mrs. Steve Harrington…” you turned and rolled your eyes at the sight of Steve holding the video camera that had been charging all night. “Anything you want to say to the camera on the night of our engagement?”

“How do you know I’m not keeping my last name?” You asked as he got closer, putting the lens right in your face. You giggled and ducked out of the way as the lens came close to knocking against your nose. “You’re such a child.”

He grinned. “Alright, give me something to remember this night by. For posterity, baby.”

You smiled wickedly at him before lifting the hem of your shirt, flashing your tits at him and the camera. By the time you lowered your shirt back down, his mouth was ajar. “We are never showing anyone this video now.”

You grinned. “Nuh-uh, baby, this is all for you.” You raised your brows in a challenge and stepped into the bedroom, leaving him to hurry behind you with the clunky machine. 

He stood in the doorway, camera focused on you as you slipped off your blouse and skirt. The whirring of machinery inside the camera indicated he was zooming in on your tits. You stifled a laugh at the noise as he zoomed out again, taking in all of you.

“Strip for me,” he directed behind the camera. You gave a wry grin as your thumbs slipped behind the waistband of your panties and dragged them down your legs slowly. “Fuck, you’re so sexy. Gonna put on a show for me?”

You settled on the bed on all fours, back arched as you crawled towards the headboard. Steve groaned at the sight, breath shuddering as you flipped around and spread your legs for him. Without needing instructions, you slipped one hand between your legs and let the other move to your chest, kneading your breast between your fingers. 

He moved from the doorway— the magnetic pull of you too much to resist for long. He settled at the end of the bed, the camera so close it made butterflies swell in your tummy. He moved the camera to your hands, one between your legs, teasing your clit and dipping into the pool of arousal at your center, and the other toying with your nipples, the shiny diamond on the engagement ring glinting with each small movement. 

“Christ, baby hold the camera—“ he said suddenly, passing it over to you. You laughed as he practically threw it into your hands and you had to scramble to turn it right side up. 

You laughed as he tore off his clothes, probably popping some buttons here and there. “Steve, what are you— oh!” 

Without hesitation, Steve buried his head between your thighs, moaning at the taste of your juices as he lapped at your pussy. It was a struggle to film him and enjoy the moment, especially since you had to watch him through the viewfinder. But something about capturing something so intimate on film made a thrill run through you. 

“Fuck, Steve—“ you moaned, being more vocal than you normally would for the camera. Fuck the neighbors, honestly. It was your engagement night! “Your mouth feels so good, honey.” 

His brown eyes peered up at you, at the camera, framed by pretty long lashes. His lips formed a seal around your clit and he sucked lightly, making your legs tremble. Your free hand moved to his hair, tangling in the soft locks as his mouth elicited gasps and moans. 

A slick sheen had formed on the tip of his nose, his mouth, and chin from his ministrations. The sight made heat bloom in the pit of your stomach. His eyes fluttered closed as he lost himself in you— relishing in your sounds, your smell, your taste. 

A light pat on your thigh was his wordless signal for you to move and accommodate him more. You acquiesced, spreading your legs as much as you were comfortably able to, and he let his fingertips tease at your center. 

“Relax for me, baby,” he said, his words vibrating against your clit. He gave the bundle of nerves a light kiss before he looked up at you. “I’ve got you. Just…” He pushed his middle finger into you and you moaned low in your throat, instinctively pushing back against the intrusion. “That’s it. Just like that.”

He was always so gentle with you during foreplay— taking his time to really explore every single spot that he knew made you tick. You shuddered as the pad of his finger pressed against a particularly sensitive spot within you. He knew you like the back of his hand— probably better. He slid a second finger beside the first, coaxing moans and gasps from you as he gave all his attention to your clit and g-spot.

Your thighs trembled as you fought the instinct to close them around his head, the stimulation bordering on too much. The softness of his mouth on you, the press of his fingers against the most sensitive spot inside— making you cum was simply too easy for him. You barely had time to gasp out a breathy “I’m cumming—“ before your orgasm hit you. Your walls gripped his fingers like a vise as he worked you through it, muttering praise against your cunt before he withdrew his fingers completely. 

You stared at the ceiling, trying to find your breath. “C’mere. It's your turn,” you said with a grin. 

Steve simply shook his head. “Not done.” He moved his mouth back to your cunt, this time without the hungry ferocity. You sighed at the sensation, your legs twitching when the tip of his tongue brushed against your clit. His movements lost purpose with each pass of his tongue until he was practically making out with your pussy.

Your head fell back against the pillows, soft gasps slipping past your lips. Steve moaned against you as you tugged his hair, a furrow forming between his brows. So utterly lost in you that he hadn’t even noticed that he was rutting against the bed for friction. 

“C’mere,” you said softly. He pressed a final, wet kiss to your pussy before resting his head on the plush of your thigh. Your stomach flipped as he licked his lips, chasing those last remnants of your taste. He pressed a soft kiss to your belly before crawling up to meet you.

The kiss you shared was hungry and slow. The camera was shoved to the side so you could put your mouth on his— tongues meeting, the tang of your arousal and his spit flooding your senses. 

A low moan escaped his lips as your hand snaked between your two bodies, where you took his length into your hand and stroked slowly. His mouth fell open, a small furrow between his brows. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. You smiled up at him innocently and let your thumb glide across his tip. A full-body shiver overtook him, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. Steve was easy to love all the time, but especially when he was needy. “Switch spots with me.” When you furrowed your brows he nodded towards the camera. “Please?”

When he sat back on his heels, you moved from beneath him and let him settle with his back against the pillows. You were slightly annoyed that he had control of the camera, because goddamn. His thighs were bowed out slightly, cock resting against his stomach. The sight made your heart hammer as you straddled his thighs.

Steve took the camera back into his hands, a wide smile on his face. “Alright, just do what you were doing,” he instructed. “Left hand though.”

You glanced down at your hand and smiled softly. The engagement ring— your engagement ring— glinted up at you. You spit onto your hand and Steve groaned at the sight. 

“Haven’t even touched you yet,” you teased.

“Don’t let me stop you.” His voice wavered, revealing just how needy he really was.

He cried out the moment your hand wrapped around his length, head tossed back against the headboard. His cock pulsed in your hand as it glided up and down, aching for more. You leaned down, spitting onto his tip, giving you more slickness to work with. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, his chest heaving. You moved your right hand to his balls, kneading them as you focused your attention on the head. “Jesus, look at that fuckin’ rock, huh?”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled wryly. “That’s what you’re thinking about? Not— y’know— the handjob to end all handjobs?” To prove your point, you twisted your hand and let your thumb glide over his slit. He practically whimpered, bucking into your grip. 

You redoubled your efforts, relishing in each desperate, whiny noise you were able to elicit. He was getting close— you could feel it in the way he throbbed in your hand, and hear it in the desperate pants and moans passing his lips. Before he could finish, you slowed your pace and let him come back from the edge. 

He sat there, arm slung over his eyes, just catching his breath. “Earth to Steve?” You teased, placing a kiss on his tummy. He made a low noise in the back of his throat and took another deep breath. 

“Okay, I’m good,” he said, a breathy laugh escaping his lips as he finally lowered his arm and looked at you. “Just needed a minute so I didn’t—“ You giggled as he mimed an explosion, completely unabashed about the effect you had on him. 

He grabbed the camera and placed it on the bedside table, doing his best to angle it just right. “Alright… wanna take a ride on the Harrington Express?” He patted his thighs with a smug expression and you groaned in annoyance. 

“Steve.”

“Fine. I’ll be so cool. I’ll be totally normal. But just know… you’re marrying a loser.”

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly as you straddled his thighs. “I wouldn’t have it any other way… most of the time.”

He stared up at you like you hung the moon, all doe eyes and heart-shaped pupils. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, tender and slow, and you hummed contentedly at the feeling. 

“I love you,” he murmured against your lips. He moved one of your hands from his shoulder and down to his chest, where his heart thumped steadily. For you.

Your own heart lurched in your chest as a swell of emotions overtook you. “I love you too, Steve.”

You reached between the two of you, taking his cock into your hand so you could position him at your entrance. You breathed slowly through your nose as you sank down— the prep and attention he had given you made the stretch comfortable and bearable, so all you felt was the pleasurable full feeling that he gave you.

Once you were fully seated, you gave an experimental roll of your hips. A moan escaped you at the feeling— as each tiny movement made delicious electricity run along your nerves. 

He sat up fully, his chest pressing against yours, holding you firmly against him. “That’s it, baby,” he groaned, cutting himself off to plant wet kisses along your jaw and throat. “Feels so good. Love the way your pussy feels around me.”

He cried out as you began to ride him in earnest, not caring how thin the walls of the condo were. His hands gripped onto your hips and dimpled the plush skin there as he began to meet your thrusts with his own. With each movement, you could feel him getting deeper until you could practically feel him in your guts. 

“Steve,” you gasped out, meeting his gaze as he fucked up into you. The sound of his name seemed to spur him on.

“Say it again,” he demanded. “Touch yourself while you do,”

You whimpered at the tone of his voice, snaking a hand between your bodies to toy with your clit. Your limbs felt like jelly as he continued to fuck the life and brains out of you. “St-Steve, fuck, baby,” you cried between the hiccup-y sobs of pleasure that were punched from your lungs.

“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight. Not gonna last like this.”

“Don’t,” you managed. “Cum for me. With me.” You leaned in and kissed him in a way that felt like more saliva than lips. 

When you pulled back, he nodded, forehead pressed against yours as you both worked each other over the edge. Your vision was spotted with pinpricks of light while he worked you through it, his moans distant in your ears. 

You were both panting, nearly tacked together with sweat as you came down. You chuckled lightly as you tilted your head to look at him. “That was one hell of a celebration.” He intertwined your fingers and placed a kiss on your ring finger. 

“And we have the rest of our lives to do it again, and again, and again, and ag—“ 

You shut him up with a kiss. You figure that for the rest of your lives, that’s always going to work. 

It does.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfiction #lazy ghoul’s kinktober

[ghulehunknown]

Mountain x AFAB Reader

NSFW — MDNI

Summary: You and Mountain take a break from your duties to have a little fun in his room.

CW/Tags: sex toy use, tail fucking, masturbation, unprotected sex (P in V and anal), double penetration

Word Count: 2.4K

“You bought how many toys, Mounty?”

“Um, just a few.”

“It looks like a lot.”

“Yes, well - Santa came early.” You stared blankly at him as he shrugged. “I didn’t know what to get so I just got the ones that I dunno, looked the best and had good reviews?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Well I guess you get to choose which one you want.”

“Ah, okay. Well this one here also goes up my ass. Which might be kinda nice. Um okay, these two vibrate, but one has a remote…” He flicked his eyes up to yours. “Uhh. And one of those extends down to my taint, I think? Oh, that’s the one Copia suggested. But it should feel nice for you too, you know, if we - yeah. This one is just a silicone dildo. Oh, and this one goes over my balls.”

“The vibrating ones sound nice,” you said, nodding.

“I can’t choose. What if I just…I dunno, use them all?”

“All of them?” you asked incredulously. “Think you can handle that?”

“I guess it’s time for me to be a ho ho ho,” he remarked with a small smile. You couldn’t help but laugh at his silly joke. He never failed to put a smile on your face. You supposed that was why he was your favorite.

~

You looked back on the events from the days prior that led you into his bedroom for this very exchange. You were making Secret Satan cards for the children’s hospital in the library, making out with each other in between cards, desperately trying not to make any noise while the other Siblings were working or studying - and failing, miserably. He caressed your body with his tail, completely taking you by surprise.

You had made a one-off comment, without even thinking. “Damn, you fuck with that thing too?”

“Yeah actually I do,” he replied, his face stoic but eyes twinkling.

“Hm, I’d like to see that,” you said - again, what were you thinking? This was insane. Plus, he was one of Cardinal Copia’s head ghouls…you really couldn’t afford to distract him. But the holidays were here, which meant the band was getting a lengthy and much needed break. So maybe this was your chance at giving into your desires.

You finished up the cards, stacking them neatly in a pile. You were supposed to be helping the Siblings decorate and Mountain was supposed to meet the other ghouls in the mess hall before Mass. But…you had more important matters to attend to. You had agreed, since this would be your first time with a ghoul and adding a tail in the mix, that he should try a new experience too.

You walked together down the hallway towards the Ghoul dormitories, arms linked as you people watched. There were multiple Siblings hanging up garlands and lights along the corridors and you even spotted Papa Terzo terrorizing some young Sisters of Sin.

“Jingle Balls, suck my balls, make my chimney rise. Oh what fun it is to cum on my amore’s thighs,” he sang, draping tinsel around one’s neck and dangling some mistletoe in another’s face.

“…and I heard Satan’s hells bells on the rooftop, I swear it, I did!” you heard Nihil say to Imperator who merely said “Of course, Papa,” as she led him down the hall towards the chapel.

Finally, you made your way past the hustle and bustle of the busy Ministry hallways to the Ghoul dorms. As one of the top Clergy member’s head ghouls, Mountain actually had his own room. But he shared a wall with Swiss and Dew on either side, who would tease him relentlessly if they heard any goings on in the night.

So you opted for the middle of the evening, when everyone was likely to be at Mass. And here you were, your very first dick appointment with a ghoul.

You both kneeled in front of each other in his bed, and leaned into kiss one another, his arms holding onto yours and his tail wrapping around your thigh.

Fuck, maybe being with a ghoul would be better…it was almost like being held by three hands.

The tail was surprisingly soft, not sharp at the end even though the arrowhead tip looked pointy. It approached you just as softly as Mountain wanted, and you knew he could be just as rough as he wanted to be too.

You ran your hands through his hair, his short dark locks tickling your fingertips. His kiss was passionate, deep. His lips were soft and inviting.

He gingerly moved his tail up your legs, in between them, and slowly slipped the tip between your labia. You inhaled sharply as the fleshy bit met your sensitive bud, pressing on it almost like a button.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed.

He paused, pulling his tail sway slightly. “You okay?” he said, holding your face in his hands.

“Yeah, I - yeah, no - god, it’s just so…fuck, it feels amazing. Please, do it again.”

“My pleasure.” He re-entered, maneuvering around your folds and finding your slick pooled near your entrance. He poked around, gathering your arousal and sliding it around, back up to your clit and focusing there. “You’re so wet already. Good girl,” he purred. His cock twitched against your leg, bobbing up and down as he slowly grinded against you.

“Should we put a cock ring on you?” you whispered breathlessly, smiling as you nodded towards the bedside table.

Carefully, you helped him put the vibrating ring on. He spread lube on it and his whole member while you warmed some up in your hands and spread it along his perineum.

“Mmm,” he moaned quietly at your touch, closing his eyes.

You clicked the toy to its lowest vibration setting.

“Oh, god! Shit, they weren’t kidding! Ahhh. This is, oh fuck, wow!” His hand flew to his cock, which was bobbing up and down involuntarily.

“And that’s just the first setting. I’m guessing the other toys are a no-go?” you asked, hovering over him still, straddling his thigh.

He let out a sound that didn’t sound too convincing. “Yeeeeah…? Um, this is fine. Actually -” He clicked the vibrator off and handed you the remote for it. “When it looks like I need it.”

“I’ll tease you with it,” you said, trailing your hand along his balls and up his shaft.

“You better not,” he said, biting at your nose and missing as you pulled your head back in time. “All right. First time getting tail fucked. Ready?”

You rolled your eyes and pretended to punch him in the chest. “Yes, I’m ready.” How much different could it be, really? “I’m more concerned for you. You’ve never used a cock ring before, let alone a vibe,” you said, widening your eyes.

“We’ll be okay,” he said. Something in the soothing way he spoke, ugh you could just melt into him.

He leaned back against the headboard, his arm bent behind his head to prop himself up. “Ahhh,” he uttered, hissing, guiding his hand over yours stroking his cock. “Sssoo good.”

He looked you in the eyes as he touched himself, bringing his tail in between your legs again, pushing past your folds this time and going straight for your wet core.

You leaned back, propping yourself up with your hands behind you, moaning as he entered you, tossing your head back as your neck went slack. You straddled his waist, almost like you were scissoring.

You watched his tail slide in and out of you repeatedly, moving in a wave-like pattern with a dexterity that a finger or a cock couldn’t provide.

Your body relaxed and you slid onto your back, staring at the ceiling. Finally, the tip of his tail found your g-spot, and as you shuddered against his legs and let out a guttural sound you didn’t even know you could make, he made an “ah-ha!” sound and you could feel him add more pressure to your spot. All the muscles in his tail flexed, going tap tap tap along your walls. You clenched around him.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive,” he said, letting out an amused chuckle. “You’re fun.”

You shook yourself out of a trance-like state, almost entirely forgetting he was there. You forgot he was watching you like you were his own little porno, touching himself to the vision of you before him.

You leaned against his leg, resting your head by his knee. You lazily tickled along his thighs, in between his legs, caressing him, and looking into his eyes as you kissed his inner thigh. You shifted more on your back, arching it, resting one leg on his shoulder so his tail could go deeper inside you. He held onto your ankle by his shoulder, kissing it.

His tail flicked in and out of you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. He slipped out of you and up to your clit, massaging it with the tip.

“Oh fuck!” you exclaimed. He tapped it against you in rapid succession - taptaptaptaptaptap - fucking hell! It had to be the musician in him, the quick and agile reflexes. He rubbed the upper part of his tail against your length, before flicking the arrowhead against your clit repeatedly. “Mounty, I’m going to cum! Fuck!!”

He held onto your leg, caressing it, while stroking himself with his other hand. He picked one motion and stuck with it - a firm, but gentle massage on your clit with his tailtip.

Your whole body quivered, your orgasm spilling over. You moaned and clutched onto his leg, biting into his skin to muffle the utterly pathetic moans you know would be coming out of your mouth.

“Ow, shit!” he exclaimed but you could barely hear him.

You bucked your hips against his tail to ride out the last smaller waves of your climax, before settling down again. He retracted his tail from between your legs, and you were left staring at the ceiling for a moment before hearing your name being called over and over again.

“Mmm?” you muttered. “Oh, sorry for biting you.”

He laughed. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you were enjoying yourself.”

You nodded feebly, feeling a little pathetic, but utterly blissed out.

“Think you have one more round in you?”

“Mmm,” you mumbled, not even giving an answer.

He patted the mattress beside him. “C’mere.” He pulled you back up to your knees, which were trembling, between his legs. He held your chin in his hand and whispered, “You wanna know what it’s really like to get fucked?” You nodded in his palm. “Good girl.”

You straddled his waist, hovering over his still erect cock.

“Did you want to use protection?” he asked, leaning over to his drawer to reach inside for some condoms. You shook your head. “You sure?”

You nodded and said, “Yes. Please Mountain, please just fuck me.”

He handed you the ring vibrator remote, but spoke before fully relinquishing it to you. “You hold great power in your hands. Use it well.”

Fucking nerd. You laughed at his corny ass joke and nodded, saying, “Yes sir,” in a fake serious voice.

He leaned over for the lube bottle and spread some all over his hands, covering his tail with it then circling your asshole, getting it nice and wet. You draped your arms over his shoulders as he took your waist in his hands, guiding you over his cock, lining it up with your entrance, then sinking you down onto his lap.

Fuck, he felt so good. It was incredible. And very different from the tail. His cock was firmer, building a different kind of pressure but every bit as pleasurable. You both moaned as you sank slowly on him. You moved your hips up and down, already so tired from before, and starting to falter.

His tail wrapped around your ass before teasing and prodding around it, finally slipping in. The feeling, while out of this world, was incredibly overwhelming. You fell down on his cock with zero grace, shuddering and breathing loudly, moaning every few breaths.

“Mmm!” he groaned, grimacing. He said your name through gritted teeth.

“Oh fuck I’m sorry,” you said.

“It’s okay, it takes a lot more than your beautiful ass to hurt me,” he said with a smile, kissing your lips sweetly while giving your rear a smack. “Mm? Everything okay?”

“I can’t, Mounty, I’m sorry. I can’t do it.”

With zero hesitation, he removed his tail from your rear end and started to pull himself out of your entrance.

“No, no, fuck, please that feels so good. I just can’t, my legs are fucking jello. I need you to fuck me.”

“I can do that,” he said warmly. He picked you up, his strong hands grasping your waist as he slammed you up and down on his cock. He pummeled into you from below. “Just relax, I got this.”

“Ahhh, fuck!” you wailed, his tail entering your ass once more, this time without teasing the invitation but instead thrusting in with more force. You let your body slack against his, letting him do all the work.

“Remember your very important job?” he said, eyeing the remote that fell out of your hand.

You nodded, tears in your eyes from the intense sensations ripping through your body. You clicked the button, feeling the buzz of the ring on his cock rub against your clit everytime you fell back down on him. You bared down, grinding against the ring and rubbing yourself along his pubic bone. You clicked the next button, heightening the sensation for you both.

“Oh god - I’m not gonna last,” he grunted. “I’m going to cum. Is it okay if I finish inside you?”

You nodded. “Yes,” you said breathlessly.

“You sure? Last chance before I blow.”

“Stop being so polite and just fucking cum inside me!” you shouted.

“Christ, okay!” He groaned as he continued to fuck into you, jerking his hips forward as he shot warm semen inside you, spilling out. He stopped, still holding onto you, burying his face in your chest, breathing heavily. You sat on his cock, the buzz of the cock ring now sitting against your clit. From that and his tail still prodding away at your ass, you came again just a few seconds after him.

“See,” you began, breathing hard and climbing up to him. “When you asked if I wanted to know what it’s really like to get fucked, I swear I thought you were going to use your drumsticks.”

“The thought crossed my mind. So how was it? Any different? Just as good…better?”

“Yeah…like a really wiggly dick,” you answered truthfully.

He laughed boisterously at you. “I always appreciate your candor.”

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[black-moon-bunny]

Sugar, Cinnamon and....Sulfur? ( Dewdrop x OC.)

Sister Chloe wanted nothing more than follow the sugary cinnamon scent that came from the kitchen , but as soon as she got there the sulfur made her want to leave.

Warnings: Original Character based on a real person. NSFW , Dewdrop gets jealous, misunderstandings and feelings but just as a mere try to give this nasty thing some plot. Dom Dewdrop, Main Character is a brat. Knotting, marking, scenting, dumbification, pet names, spanking, a bit of degradation. +18 Minors DNI

Author's Note : Hello! Well, while I'm still working on the fifth chapter of the fic I decided to take a small break and write something for someone who has been my stone in moments of hardship, specially this last couple of months. She is my functioning brain cell, my boobaby, my dearest friend. So I wrote this for her, because she loves Dewdrop, or as we call it "Little Chaos Gremlin" @hauntedboobees This is for you my sweet girl 💕 I love you 💕

As the small lights of her bedroom shined, the smell of cinnamon and sugar invited her to the kitchen, her room was not far away from it, but it was already pass the curfew and if she was caught outside her room she could have troubles with Sister Imperator, and to be honest for her the old lady was like a mother figure at this point, she was just learning how to live outside the awful walls of her strict moral catholic town when she moved into the church. Sister Imperator took her in under her wing as soon as she arrived, in her own words "You are too naive in some aspects for being alone in here, they are going to eat you alive, but you have something that I appreciate, you are curious and willing to learn ...So I will take care of you". So, how could she fail? Nevertheless, she felt her tummy rumbling, she really wanted some cookies, but who could possibly be making cookies at this hour? She was almost sure that they left them cool for tomorrow's breakfast, so she could easily sneak and steal a couple, and a warm cup of milk.

She got up and put on her fluffy black robe to cover her almost naked body (She used to hang out in her room just in her underwear) and her black goat slippers , a gift from her roommate who was working till late with Papa (or at least trying to work.) She left a note on her bed in case she came and didn't find her "Val, I'm going to sneak into the kitchen I'm starving, love Chloe". She left her room and walked with care of not making any noise, she went into the kitchen from the back entrance, sneaking carefully.

"Hey, drop it Swiss, no one is going to eat cookies until they are all done. Dewdrop stop it, don't try to bake them in your mouth you idiot" She jumped scared when she heard the woman's voice scolding the Ghouls. She hid on a corner but the smell was making her stomach go crazy and make noises. She lifted her chin trying to get a better look, she saw Cirrus, Swiss and Dewdrop waiting next to the oven, they were unmasked. She felt even guiltier; the siblings were not supposed to see the ghouls without their masks, she was going to get in so much trouble. She decided that she was going to leave before being caught, but as she turned around to leave she collided with a hard but somewhat fluffy surface. She looked upwards and there it was, the quintessence ghoul. One of the biggest of the den, unmasked and looking right at her. She got paralyzed, her legs trembled for a moment and her voice got trapped in her throat.

"We got a little hungry mice" Aether walked next to her and smiled. He seemed so big, but at the same time he was so gentle, she got tense and began to give explanations in a hurried and messy way.

" I'm so sorry! I just smelled the cookies, and I'm a bit hungry and I didn't knew that they were yours and I swear that I'm not going to say anything about your unmasked faces ! " She tried to apologize as quickly as possible, the last thing she wanted was to make them upset.

" No no don't worry" Cirrus smiled and got close to her, she had already seen her before around the abbey. For what she knew, Sister Chloe was really close to the new assistant of Papa, and she was on the list of the sisters that will follow the tour as technical assistance and support for the ghouls.

" I'm so sorry...I'm just going back to my room if you excuse me." She was about to leave when Cirrus' hand stopped her gently, she looked at her and the ghoulette was smiling softly, reassuring her that it was okay to stay with them.

"The batch it's almost ready, you came all the way here for them, sit with us don't worry. Here, sit next to Dew" Cirrus moved the chair next to the fire ghoul. His eyes darted towards her, up and down. A slight almost imperceptible blush in his cheeks and his tail moving fast underneath him were the only signs of how uncomfortable he felt with the whole situation.

For her it was the same, Dewdrop, fucking dewdrop. They knew each other , they worked together on some projects in the music salon thanks to her best friend who recommended her. It didn't turn out great, they were working through a sexual tension so thick that even Papa noticed, but it never happened because the ghoul got easily distracted with another sister. So when they stopped working together he never reached out and neither did she.

"Haven't seen you in a long time, sweets....You missed me?" He smiled, licking his fangs, trying to play it cool. For him, Chloe was the only girl that had rejected him. Something between the two felt sketchy, and the rest of the den was aware of it.

"....Shut up Dewdrop. Thank you Cirrus for inviting me.

" Oh, I wanted to mingle, after all, you are going to travel with us for the tour, aren't you? Sister Val suggested you, you are already on the list

"Oh right, I forgot" No, she didn't forget, she didn't even knew, she talked about maybe doing it with val but she assured her that she didn't want to because she knew that she was going to be crazy around Dewdrop.

" You are going to join us? As fun or what?

" None of your business Dewdrop" Cirrus replied smiling looking at her " So, sister Chloe, you are going to travel with us. How do you feel about it? Are you excited?

" Actually, I am. I wanted to get to know your work better and also, it's traveling! ...Val was pretty amazing for suggesting me for the job. "She bit the inside of her cheek a bit in an attempt to not laugh about the blatant lie.

" Your friend is getting really long work hours lately, she goes back to your room in a wheelchair or what?" Swiss joked and served her a hot cocoa cup" Here, it's cold and you are..."He looked up and down at her with a mischievous flirty smile" Well, you are perfect like that, pretty bra by the way, love the embroidery.

She didn't notice that her fluffy robe opened a little, showing some of her bra. She got red and tried to cover herself. Dewdrop scoffed and looked at swiss in an almost scolding way

" Thank you for...for...the cocoa. " she tried to reply without stuttering but her nervous demeanor betrayed her.

" It's nothing, don't be nervous, we don't bite, or at least we try not to. " Swiss went to sit in front of her, taking his cup and giving it a sip." Sooo, you are going to travel with us? How fun, are you going to be our personal assistant?

"Personal assistant? More like a babysitter " She laughed at the fake offended look on Swiss face.

" Well if you want to feed me and bathe me..." He winked at her and laughed when he saw her face turning red. Dewdrop scoffed again and his tail wrapped on his own leg squeezing angry. She looked at him without saying anything but she could see that Dewdrop was annoyed by her presence

"Well, I could do that if you need it, but no, I'm not your assistant on this tour. According to Val, " Or at least what they had talked about the possibility of her traveling with the ghouls. I'm going to be tech assistance, like taking care of your clothes and making sure that everything works and it's taken care of.

"Oh, but you don't have an idea about how badly I need to be taken care of, Sister Chloe." Swiss made puppy eyes at her and she laughed again, Dewdrop let go of his leg , scoffed once more and got up leaving the kitchen and taking some cookies with him. Aether looked at Swiss with a smirk, he knew what type of game was playing. They all knew about Dewdrop and Sister Chloe thing last year during the music saloon project, dewdrop never stopped talking about how she rejected him and how he was so pissed because he tried to get to her during the whole project. The ghoulettes knew most about the whole story and how Chloe's rejection was all about a miscommunication issue more than blatant rejection from her part, and that dewdrop decided to make her jealous but all of that backfired, all what they learned through Cirrus ravens.

She just stayed there, eating cookies and feeling the cinnamon and sugar explode in her mouth. She felt so good after just a couple of them. She finished her cup and thanked them. Cirrus asked if she was too busy tomorrow to have lunch with them and to present her to the rest of the Den and she answered positively, after some minutes she felt a bit sleepy and decided to leave.

"I'm going back to my room before I get caught, thank you for the cookies and the cocoa...I hope that we are able to get along while working"

"Oh sister, we are sure that we are going to get along just great, right guys?" Aether smiled and guided her to the other door after everyone said their goodbye's.

As she was walking to her room she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched from behind. She tried to walk faster but when she got to her door someone dropped in front of her from the ceiling. She was about to yell for help but the red eyes that she already knew stopped her.

" What the fuck is wrong with you dewdrop! You could have killed me from a fucking heart attack"

"Stop yelling or you are going to wake the whole den up...If you want to yell, inside your room, now." He opened the door and pushed her softly inside, closing the door behind him. He handed her a small paper bag with some cookies inside. " I just thought that you would want more cookies. Not that I care, but I love making cirrus mad. She is going to be pissed when she realizes that I stole from her..."He tried to give excuses and change the subject of their conversation, he saw how mad she was.

"Who gave you permission to enter my room! I don't care about the cookies! " She tried to push him slightly towards the door, she couldn't believe that he had the nerve to get in her room, and keep bothering her.

"Oh but if it was Swiss you wouldn't have a problem wouldn't you? You are going after him now? He seemed really comfortable around you..." Dewdrop let his obvious jealousy pour from his words, turning to face her, he got closer and seemed almost intimidating. He knew he had no right but really, Swiss? With her!? He was much better than him, and he saw her first! And she was more important for him than what she would be for Swiss, he was sure of that.

"What? Even if it is, it would be none of your business. You haven't talked to me in almost a year and you now expect something from me? Besides, really fuckin bad excuse to come here you know?

" Well, if someone hadn't rejected me, maybe we wouldn't be in this situation!

"What!? I did not! You never told me anything not even a fucking sign! And then you were after another sister weren't you? If you didn't like me you should have told me that at least to stop playing dumb around you!

" Don't play the victim you rejected me first!

"Fucking when! Dewdrop fucking when!

" We were alone playing something on the guitars that omega left in the music room and I tried to get closer to you and you moved my hand away when I tried to grab your thigh and then just left! You didn't even talk to me for a couple of days and then acted like nothing! Oh and then you stopped talking to me! " They were both screaming, pretty sure that even with the thick walls of the abbey someone already heard them, but the anger and unresolved feelings were bigger.

"That was not rejection you big piece of shit! I know that you are used to have girls throw at your feet and shit, but I was nervous ok? I feel like it was too much for me. Do you even know how anxious you can make me? That day I spent the whole day trying to get the nerve to talk to you! I was raised in the most obnoxious religious closeted city of my country! I don't know how to react to those things! I'm not a fucking prude but damn it was harder for me! I was not rejecting you! But clearly for you it was too much huh? Because the amazing fire ghoul has every fucking lady at his feet!

"...wait...what!? You were not rejecting me then? " Dewdrop felt stupid, and he hated feeling stupid so much that it made him angry, but not towards her, towards him for not realizing that sooner.

" I did not...and then I saw you with those sisters and realized that you were just messing with me and that you didn't care. So I just stopped talking to you.

" I just did that because I wanted you to do something... I don't know, get jealous or something! At least a filthy look but you just disappeared...

" Well, I was...now leave my room for fucks sake. It's late and I have to sleep. " She was about to open the door when dew got closer to her. She felt all of her feelings trapped in her chest blooming out, her fucking heart betraying her and almost running out of her chest. Her red cheeks brighting with that mixture between anger, sadness and shame, some tears forming in the corner of her eyes. The bottled feelings looking for a way out in the worst moment. " Dewdrop please just leave..."

" No. All of this was a huge fucking misunderstanding! And I've been waiting the whole year to do this. "He grabbed her from her waist and pulled her away slowly from the door. His long hair shined under the soft light of the lamp and it seemed like melted rose gold on his shoulders. She felt stunned for a moment. Slowly he moved one of his hands toward her face and made her look at him." Chloe, you are a total pain in my ass. But I like you, and yeah I'm a shithead, and yeah I wasn't thinking and I fucked up but please, please, please... can we fucking make out already? I have blue balls sweetheart...

She tried to contain her laugh and stay angry at him, but she wanted so badly to feel his hands on her body and laugh at his silly awful jokes that she just let it go. She laughed and ease her tensed body, she couldn't resist how dumb he was, and how even when he was apologizing he could fuck shit up. He got the opportunity to take her in his arms and cut the distance between them, capturing her lips between his. She at first tried to push him a bit, the overwhelming heat of his hands, lips and tongue, the sensation of the forbidden slipping through her fingers. Dewdrop grabbed her from the waist, lifting her and dropping her on top on the soft mattress of her bed. They kept kissing, she felt that the air was heavier, that the warmth from his body could easily melt her and left nothing but a wet patch on the bed. His hands cupped her hips and moved slowly upwards, she broke the kiss and got seated on top of him, trying to recover some air. The fire ghoul took the opportunity to mess a but more with her, and with his own pride.

" Mgnh...Why were you flirting with Swiss? ...I'm so much better than him. " He grabbed her waist, she wasted no time and tried to unbutton his shirt. He laughed" So eager...

"Been a fucking year..." She choked a moan when he grabbed her hips and pushed against her" Mng...fuck dewdrop, why so pissed about swiss?

" You waited for me or something? Tell me...nobody has touched you huh?..."he didn't answer, he was not going to tell her that he felt specially jealous of the multi ghoul because he knew that Swiss could easily crawl under her skin, and he was not going to lose his chance, not again.

"Mngh...just a few things with some siblings, nothing serious.

"Oh yeah? Mnnh...not anymore..." He ripped her robe out of her body, looking with delight at the pale skin above him. He traced with his claws her sides up to her chest, he looked at the cute piece of lingerie that hung over them. He passed a claw under it looking at her with a devilish grin.

"Don't you dare! They are new! Dewdrop I'm warning you "

"Mnnh...fuck you, I will buy you more..." He ripped them from the middle and licked his fangs as soon as he saw the rosy pale skin of her breasts. He placed one hand on her back and moved her until he was on top, sliding between her legs and placing wet kisses on her soft skin. Her freckles were so cute, maybe after he could spend the night kissing them. After he makes sure that she will only scream his name. He was jealous and possessive of what mattered to him, she mattered, enough to keep him away from others a whole year ( the den doesn't count, they cannot physically resist each other). As soon as he began to place kisses on her skin she whimpered, moving her hips against his looking for some friction, he growled at her ear and gave small bites around her neck going down slowly to her breasts , his half unbuttoned shirt was bothering him so he ripped it of his body, she moaned at the mere sight of his exposed skin, he saw how her eyes were fixed on his nipple piercings.

"Do you like what you see sweets?..."He laughed a bit and moved one of his hands to her breast, squeezing a bit and playing with one of her nipples. " Mnnn...how sensitive you are, look at this cute thing.." He lowered his kisses down to her chest, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth while his free hand played with the other. Her scent was so sweet, her body felt so soft and warm underneath him, he kept sucking and licking like a starved man, he used his tail to slide her underwear down, then it went softly over her exposed core in up and down strokes, focusing on her clit giving it soft strokes and some slaps with the spade of his tail , she was a moaning mess underneath him and he could swear that he could come just hearing her moan.

"Mngh... dewdrop...V-Val it's going to arrive at any...Ah! Fuck ..mngh...any moment..." She tried to move a bit away from him but he just chased her down to the end of her bed again and lifted his legs onto his shoulders. Supporting her hips with both of his hands.

" Mngh...don't say that when you are leaking heavily, look at this..." He wasted no time, not even for her to catch her breath and started to eat her out, slowly savoring her sweet and a bit acidic flavor. His forked tongue worked over her entrance and clit with dexterity, earning the sweetest moans from her. "Sister Val will have to wait outside, I'm not leaving this room until you get completely dumb fucked by me... alright? " He licked some drops that fell from his chin before continuing his work. She tasted like the most marvelous sin, like the oasis in the middle of a desert for a dehydrated man. Her moans were driving him nuts, he felt the tightness in his pants, his already hard leaking dick making a wet spot in his underwear, he pushed his hips towards nothing in a lame attempt to calm himself, he wanted her to enjoy as much as she could before even thinking about his own release.

"Mngh dew....Dew please it's too much...ah!

"Mmngh...not enough if you can still talk.." He smirked and kept going, he was strong enough to lift her with just one hand, so he gave her back support with one hand and with the other he began to tease her entrance while licking her clit. The rough texture of his tongue made her feel like she was about to climax at any moment, the stimulation was something that she had never felt in her life, she felt how her insides clenched to nothing waiting for one of his fingers to enter, he was having a wonderful time teasing her, her needy moans were a clear sign that she needed more of him, but he was going to let her wait a bit. He slid one finger slowly, retracting his claws so he couldn't hurt her, he went all in and stayed there for a moment, curving his finger slowly upward looking for that spongy patch, he added a second one once she was adjusted.

"Mmngh! Mmngh...d-dew...dewdrop mngn! Ah..m-more..." He began to thrust his fingers faster at her demand while sucking her sensitive bud at a steady pace. Her hips moved trying to escape for the overwhelming pleasure, she couldn't believe it, her mind was already flooded by pleasure and it was just his fingers and mouth. His tail went over her breasts giving them somewhat hard slaps over her nipples and exposed skin, he felt how she clenched to his fingers tightly at the stimulation on her chest. He moved his tongue faster while adding a third finger stretching her even more, she curved her back upwards and moved her hips trying to get more of him, desperately chasing her orgasm.

" Dewdrop! Fucking hell! Keep...ah! There...mgnh! Right there dewdrop please..."

"Mmngh so cute when you ask nicely...''He let out a laugh that sounded more like a growl, his eyes glowing in a mixture between red and orange, full of desire. He kept pumping his fingers into her and sucking her clit, his tail went around her waist and made pressure on her lower stomach, that was the final straw. Her hips jerked off his grip for a moment and her insides melted, she squirted on his face shamelessly, her high pitched moan and the way that her hands gripped to the sides of her bed in a lame attempt to stop her from floating away in the pleasure, the small attempt to keep herself in this reality and not descend down to hell blinded by her own pleasure. As dewdrop helped her to ride the last waves of her orgasm he dropped her slowly on the bed, taking out his fingers and smiling at her disheveled look. He crawled on top of her and caressed her cheek softly, with care trying to bring her back to reality.

"Such a good girl for me, that felt good?..."He kissed her and brushed some of her hair out of her face. " Sure it does...look at you. So dumb and it was just my fingers...Tell me, do you want more?..

"mnhm...mnhm..."She tried to answer but the words simply didn't come out. His soft touches and warmness were so relaxing, her body was still under the control of pure pleasure but she craved more.

"Words Chloe, use them..." He gave kisses beneath her ear, slowly going down to her neck, and as he kissed the soft skin he gave small bites, he wanted her to look at them and remember who did that to her, and to show off.

"I...I want more..."

" More what?..."He gave her a hard bite on her shoulder, not enough to make her bleed but enough to leave a huge mark. " be specific, or I'm not going to do anything...What do you want from me Chloe?

"Mmngh..I can't...ah! Dewdrop please...

" Let me help you then..." He got off her, and took his pants off slowly, showing off. He ended up just in his black tight boxers, looking at her. " You want this? "He grabbed his dick over his underwear, slowly massaging the hard surface. " Mmngh...look at the mess you made already, I'm leaking as hard as you...Tell me Chloe, do you want my dick inside of you? You want me to fuck you little brat? "His almost mocking voice tone, the way he was touching himself over his underwear without showing her anything else, teasing her even in that blissed out state was driving her mad.

"Deeeeew...stop...just fuck me already...

" Say it nicely..." his tail slapped her thighs hard, leaving marks a couple of times. " or I'm not doing it...

" Mgnh! Ah! Fuck you dewdrop!" She snared with her bratty attitude, she could be fucked out, but she was not going down with out a bit of fight.

" Oh Chloe...you were being such a good girl...''He got his belt and looked at her with a full devil look. " But you had to be a fucking bitch at the worst moment hadn't you?..."He grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks a bit making her pout" I'm going to teach that sassy mouth of you some manners..."The way in which her eyes glimmered after he told her that almost made him laugh with delight, she indeed was his good girl. And he was going to make sure that he was his and only his from now on. "I was going to fuck you, but I believe that first you need to remind your place little brat, I'm going to fuck the attitude out of your mouth you filthy sister of pure fuckin sin. You are not going to be able to even look at the eyes of Papa without blushing and feel my dick inside of you, because you know, papa plays dumb, but he knows everything. I'm going to personally tell him about how I fucked the brat out of you Sister Chloe... " He got his belt around her hands restraining her, he used his shirt to blind fold her, she tried to fight and argue but he couldn't care less. She was enjoying that as much as him, and they both knew that that night was going to be a long one. After that, he took her and put her over his lap face down and ass up. " Start counting, if you reach ten without messing it up, you are going to get a reward...if you mess up, you start from one again...

"D-Dewdrop...what are...Oh fuck! " She squirmed above him as soon as the first slap on her ass came.

"You are not counting Chloe..."His hard dick was pressing against her stomach underneath the fabric of his underwear, twitching as she moved. He slapped again.

"O-On..One!...

"Good girl..." He slapped again smiling.

"Tw-Tw-Two!

" See...it wasn't that hard wasn't it? Keep going..." He kept spanking and she kept repeating, until she reached seven. That's when his tail went above her clit and slided inside her with ease, at the same time that he slapped

"Mngh! Fucking..ah!...bastard...ahnmng... D-Dewdrop"

"Oh sweetheart, you were almost there....what happened? ....start over, now. "He slapped again, his hands already marked on her red skin. He could feel on his tail how much she was squeezing and how wet she was already.

"No, Please dew...P-Please!...

" Mnn...let me think about it..."He caressed the reddened skin, while his tail kept thrusting into her. " Mnnn...I'm feeling very generous today, I will let you go but with one condition. I'm going to teach your mouth how to behave, no touching tho, and if you bite me I will cry. "He joked while letting her hands loose, he kissed her wrist softly to soothe the red marks that his belt left and took the blindfold off.

"You did a good job, but you don't deserve much praise right now. That nasty mouth of yours is bothering me, so we are going to do something about that, right sweets?"

He took his underwear and his hard leaking cock hit her lower abdomen as he got closer to her " Kneel Sweets." He dropped a pillow to the floor so her knees were comfortable, just a little detail. " Come on, earn your reward little kitten.

She smiled, in her mind all that was in front of her was the devilish gates to hell, he was pure sin, a fucking ghoul, with a textured dick and a lot of stamina. He even had a dick piercing! The little shiny ball glistened under the lights of her room. She kneeled somewhat ungracefully, her legs could barely stop wobbling. He smiled and looked directly at her eyes, drowning on the sight of her naked body kneeled in front of him, with that completely lustful stare, almost drooling waiting for him. He lifted up her chin and grazed the tip of his dick over her lips, letting drops of pre cum glaze them, she opened her mouth and stick out her tongue licking softly the drops that slided down his tip, he slided in slowly groaning at the warm feeling of her mouth, he let her guide the pace, he could be a fucker but he wanted to let her feeling as comfortable as she could. She began to move her head and suck on him, his gasps and moans were so hot, she felt the itch inside of her, she couldn't wait to have him inside of her. She kept bobbing her head up and down his length, he said no touching so she was trying her hardest to keep her hands quiet on her thighs. Waiting for him to give her some liberty.

"Mngg Ah! Ch-Chloe....fuck, you do have a sinful mouth Mnhh keep going, you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth..."He took out his dick and rubbed it against her cheeks, giving soft slaps with it to her face , his almost mocking grin while he was doing it and his rosy cheeks were a marvelous sight for her, she stuck out her tongue again, and he slided inside her mouth a couple of times more before pulling out. He didn't care for the punishment, the pure look of lust in her face, the strains of saliva going down her chin to her breast that glistened with a coat of her saliva and his pre cum were driving the last self control that he had. He grabbed her nipples and positioned himself between his breast, pushing between them, her soft skin felt amazing. She lowered her head and opened her mouth letting him slowly slide in the tip, moving her tongue all over it, the spongy texture felt hot , and he was leaking a lot of precum over her tongue, the cold metallic feeling of the piercing mixed with the warm salty taste of his pre cum felt like a elixir that made her feel dumb, even more dumb.

"Mnhh C-Chloe! Mnhh...fucking minx, you look so, so pretty. You want me to cum on your face huh? Want me to paint that slutty face of yours with my thick cum? Huh?..."She hated and loved at the same time the mocking voice tone that he used while degrading her, she was just a rag doll, a fuck toy at this moment, a lustful slut who only wanted to be corrupted by him. "Come on.... answer you dumb fucked slut..." He kept moving his hips, never breaking eye contact. She tried to deny it a bit longer, but her mouth and body reacted on their own

"Y-Yes D-Dewdrop..."

"Mnhh...yes what? Words dumb baby, use them..."

"...I want you to cum on my face ..."

" Mnggh....that's my good girl..." He smiled and rubbed the tip over his lips, he jerked a few times before he felt the tightness on his lower abdomen, a deep growl came from his lips as he came over her face. The hot and thick ropes of semen fell over her cheeks, lips and some on her tits. That was a sight that he could get tattooed on his back, in full color. She looked a complete mess. " Ah! ...you look so beautiful..."He dragged his thumb over her cheeks collecting a bit of his seed before sliding it on her mouth. " Such a good girl for me...Mngh come here babe, how do you want it huh? You want to ride me like a good girl? Or do you want me to take care of you as the slutty princess that you are?" He took her in his arms and lifted her to seat her on the bed as she tried to compose a bit.

" Mngh...."She laid on the bed and put her arms up towards him, legs fully open to receive him. " ple...please" she begged and it sounded like pure lustful bliss to him. He got on top of her crawling, like a feral animal about to devour a helpless prey, she was his prey. Only his, and he was going to make sure that the whole abbey finds out about it.

" Mngh Chloe..." He grabbed her face and kissed her, slowly letting both tongues dance and play while he moved his hips, rubbing his hard dick over her slick and between her folds, teasing her needy hole poking slowly without going in. He broke the kiss to let her breathe, between their mouths a string of saliva, she glistened under the soft low warm light of her room, her teary eyes, her plumped lips and the redness of her cheeks looking like something dew wanted to paint and keep on his wall for ever. " Tell me...you are mine and only mine...right? "He pushed just a bit further, letting the head of his cock slide inside her, just at the entrance.

"Mngh...d-dew... dew please....please fuck me....

"Answer me you dumb fucked kitten...You are mine?

"I-Im yours! I'm fuckin yours but please just...Ah! Fuck me already!

" As you wish...''He smiled pushing inside of her with one hard thrust, her warmth and slick walls felt absolutely amazing squeezing him, sucking him inside every time he pulled away. He began to thrust slowly at first, letting her adjust to his dick and to his moves. " Ah!..you feel so good, so warm..."they both moaned at the friction, from his chest erupted a deep growl when he felt how she twitched inside.

"Ah....Ah! D-Dew!..." She hugged him pressing against her chest, moaning at the cold feeling of his pierced nipples. The way he was rolling his hips was driving her mad, she felt like she was melting under him, she slipped her hand down his back scratching with her nails every time he pushed harder. Dew moaned at the feeling of her nails digging on his skin, he used his tail to press on her clit while he thrusted over and over.

"Mngg...what's wrong kitten? What happened with that sassy mouth? "As she was about to say something back to him he pushed harder and deeper, earning another delicious moan out of her, he laughed mockingly " That's what I thought...No no, don't look away...Look at me, I want to see your eyes while I'm breaking you.

She tried to keep her eyes on his, to engrave in her mind his expression of pure pleasure and primal hunger for her, she dug her nails harder as he moved, dragging them down to his ass, pressing him harder against him, caging him between her legs. He was moaning and cursing loudly while her velvety walls squeezed him , he lowered his head to give wet kisses and bites on her neck, shoulder, between his ear and shoulder. Taking the opportunity to moan obscenities to her ear and make her squirm under him while he fucked her. Pure filthy praises.

"Such a good girl for me...See, you are so much ...Ah! Better when you..mgnh behave. Tell me...who you belong to now little minx?...

"mmngh...fuck...you..." She smiled, pure fucked out bliss and mischief. She was teasing her limits with him, and he loved that. She looked so gorgeous being a bratt, with that dumb expression on her face, saliva going down her chin as she gasped and moaned at the rhythm of his thrust's

" Mngh you still don't want to learn? " He grabbed her from the waist and lifted her, she locked her legs on his waist as she hugged him pressing his face against her tits. He got up the bed, letting gravity do his job and lifting her just enough to get out of her, and then dropping her down on his dick. she was squeezing him so hard against her body that his nipple piercings left marks on her breasts. Everytime he went inside she could swear that he went deeper and deeper, hitting her cervix.

She was trying to kiss him but he moved his face away with a sly smile. " No...you don't deserve that yet kitten..."He left bites all over her neck, he was sure that there would be marks in the morning, and he wanted her to wear them proudly. " Look how cute you look with my fangs tattooed all over your neck...Mngg..ah! And you like it...I can feel how you are clenching to my dick..."As he kept thrusting into her, he could feel the tension building in his abdomen, he was close and he could feel it growing inside of him. The way in which their bodies melted together, the heat that irradiated from their union, the buildup feelings mixed with the lust that poured from them both making the air thick, heavy with the fire ghoul scent was intoxicating. She tried to kiss him again, and this time she succeeded. The taste of the fire ghoul could easily become an addiction to her, his forked tongue made her shiver and moan, it was so deeply embedded in just lust and pleasure that even breathing could wait in the middle of the kiss. He broke the kiss, she felt saliva leaking from her lips running down her chin, the hands of the fire ghoul went to her face making her looking at him while he thrusted harder and deeper, her lustful fucked out expression was everything that he could asked for, he growled at her ear when he feel his knot building and pushing against her entrance.

" Mngh fuck... that....that is...." She looked down and catched a glimpse of the dark red knot bulking underneath her. " D-Dew...

" Mngh...Ah, don't...worry I'm not going to...Mnhh fuck Chloe s-stop squeezing...It could hurt you…" He tried to push away for a moment, he really could hurt her, and he didn't want to. Not like that.

" Mgn want it! I want it Dewdrop! Please " She looked at him, full lust inside her eyes, filled with carnal desire, greedy for more.

That took him by surprise, most of the times the siblings who had engaged with him in those activities were scared by it, and cut him before letting it go all the way, he only had tried that with other ghouls. Especially because after knotting her, he would imprint his scent on her, she would totally be his after that, his mate. And, he wanted that but he was scared that her body would break.

"Mnh..C-Chloe it's... dangerous...fuck stop moving babe..." He tried to stop her, but she kept moving her hips looking for more of him. " Are you sure... totally sure?..

" I-I am! I want it dew....Please..." The way in which she was begging him, her shiny doe eyes asking for him to completely break her was enough for him to push against her.

"Mnhh....a-ah!.. Breathe Chloe, look at me....I want to see your eyes...Look how cute you are, so corrupted by me...a fucking mess" He growled, his eyes glowed and his pupils dilated, he felt his horns growing slightly along with his claws.

"Mnhh...f-fuck dewdrop...m-ore..." He dug his claws on the skin of her hips, tearing a bit of the skin. The smell of her sweet blood made him jerk his hips against her, pushing a bit more the knot, stretching her slowly.

"Mnhh...I'm going to...ah! Imprint my scent on you after this, everyone will know that you are mine..." He kissed her, she wrapped her arms around his back, hugging him tighter. " If you don't want this...say it now, Chloe...do you want this?..

"Mnhm...I...I do, please keep... I'm yours dew. " He smiled, kissing her again, before pushing harder against her, sliding his knot inside her with one thrust. She bit his shoulder and scratched his back. She felt a bit of pain but nothing unbearable. He was amazed, she took him with ease, like she was made for him, and she felt even tighter than before.

"Mnhh! Fucking hell...you feel like a sin babe. Use my name...claim me as yours too Chloe.."

"D-Dewdrop...Mnhh! Dew I'm...I'm yours...b-be mine...

"Mnhh...only yours little kitten..." He kept moving his hips , until he felt the scorching sensation traveling from his spine to his dick, he was almost there. His tail moved to her clit, spanking the engorged bud as he thrusted. " Mnhh...let's...ah...do it together yeah.

"I'm... Dewdrop I'm cumming! D-Dew! " She dragged her nails harder along his back as she came, drawing some blood on the process, he moaned in her ear as he emptied himself inside of her. The thick ropes of his cum coating her insides as she clenched one last time to him. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, trying to recover some strength and regulate their breathings.

He moved slowly, putting her on top of him while still being connected through the knot.

"It's going to take a couple of minutes to go down…are you okay? " He caressed her back with slow and soft touches, giving soft kisses to her forehead.

" Mnhh…D-Dew…" He bit behind her ear softly, muffling a sweet laugh. She sounded so relaxed.

" What is it? Are you uncomfortable? Want me to move a bit?..

"N-No, just…Are you going to, eh, stay with me? Or is this just a one night stand?

"I'm going to stay, if that's what you want…and what do you mean with a one night stand? I marked you, kitten.

" You really scented me!?...

"Oh yeah, I told you, you are mine now. Well we have this sharing agreement with the den but only if you are comfortable with it…

" You are really sure that you want me?

"...you were the only thing in my mind for almost a year, yeah I'm pretty sure that I want you. Besides, I'm pretty sure that everyone in the den was expecting this…

" ….you are an asshole…"She laughed, and as she moved she felt the knot getting out of her with a small pop sound. She let out a small gasp as she felt the thick cum of the ghoul sliding down her legs.

"Mgnh…Wanna take a shower?...

They took a shower together, he helped her to change her bedsheets and then, as he was about to dress and leave he felt her arms hugging him from behind.

"...stay here, please…

"...Are you sure? What if sister Val comes and sees me here?...

" She will probably pat me on the back and laugh. "She dragged him without much resistance from the ghoul to her bed, laying there, feeling the warm body of the ghoul lulling her to sleep. Before she closed her eyes, he kissed her softly, hugging her tightly to his chest. They both fell asleep minutes after that. Both hearts beating happy and calm, feeling loved.

As the couple walked in the dark hallways of the abbey close to her room, Sister Val felt something strange in the air. A weird sulfur smell mixed with some sweet sugary and cinnamon smell

" Are you sure that you don't want to sleep in my room?...Dolce, I think it's time to …eh …you know, be more official? " Copia tried to convince her to stay the night with him in his chambers, like many other nights they spent together.

" My sweet Papa…We are pretty much official on our own terms, and I already told Chloe that I'm staying in the room tonight, she is my best friend and she gets somewhat lonely when I spend to much in your office.

" I know, but I want to have you all for myself…

" You already have most of me to yourself, don't be selfish. She also needs me…

She opened the door to their shared room slowly, it was already late and she was sure that Chloe must be asleep. As she went inside with Copia behind her, she stood in front of her dear friend's bed, there was someone else in the bed with her, and she recognized the long silky hair.

" Is that…Dewdrop?..." Copia asked in disbelief. The fire ghoul seemed so calm, relaxed and happy, a scene that was pretty uncommon for the always energetic and somewhat mean ghoul.

"Fucking finally…" She smiled and pressed a small kiss on her sleeping friend's forehead, before turning to face her lover" You know? I'm going to stay with you tonight after all, she already has some really good company…

She took a look at the cookies in the small tea table, the used bed sheets in a corner waiting for laundry day, and their clothes on the floor. She left a note " You look really pretty in his arms, lucky girl. Fucking finally! I want all the details in the morning, love Val. " And then left the room with Copia, who was bombarding her with questions.

She would have a really good breakfast talk with her dear friend, and she couldn't be happier for her.

A.N: Well, there it is. I hope all of you enjoy of this, this was really special to write because, again it's for my best friend 💕 Boobaby I adore u, with every strain of my cute heart ahhaahha 💕

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sticky fingers | c.h./the ghoul

➥ pairing | cooper howard/the ghoul x f!reader ➥ word count | 4.5k ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; mildly dubious consent, dirty talk, degradation kink, fingering, squirting, rough sex, size kink, standing doggystyle, overstimulation, teasing, choking, dacryphilia, cooper howard is his own warning (he nasty y'all), canon compliant - takes place around ep 7, a grab bag mix of the show and the games ➥ summary | “Lil girls should know it’s rude ta steal.” ➥ notes | i love my men like i love my beef jerky 🫠 i wrote this over 16 fevered hours after finishing the finale. hope you enjoy~ minor edits 4/22/24 | x posted to ao3 | masterlist | feedback is always appreciated ❤️ feel free to send in thots, questions, requests!

It begins, as most things in the Southwest Commonwealth do, with a fight for survival.

City life is tough to be sure, but here on the outskirts of pocket civilizations where there’s nothing but long stretches of desolate wasteland - arid, sunbaked earth and scorched shrubbery - for miles around?

Well, if the ferals, fiends, and super mutants don’t get you in the night, then the desert itself will. During the day the sun burns overhead so nuclear hot, heat glimmers on the horizon in dancing waves.

Unforgiving, relentless as blink-and-you-miss-it mirages are swallowed by ever shifting sands.

It’s easy to get lost.

Even easier to boil alive in your armor if you’re unprepared.

Far too many travelers from the Eastern Commonwealths have met their demise here, where shade is sparse, and water even moreso. The rain - if it does blow in over the mountains - brings rad sickness.

If you’re lucky enough to still be alive, the only reprieve from the heat is in the stooped bones of bombed buildings and ramshackle shacks... where you're just as likely to catch a knife in the back from a chem fried addict as you are relief.

Because here, in the Wastes, danger lurks in sand and shadow alike.

You don’t trek out into the flats half-cocked: a fact all locals know. And if you do decide to? Well, you learn one way or another.

No, only the truly ignorant - or the desperate - dare to tempt man and nature.

Consequently, as you dust off the crumbs from the last half of a Fancy Lads Snack Cake and suck a melted smear of icing from your thumb, you're of the latter half.

You tried holding off for as long as you could. But once the shakes started, you knew you couldn’t put off eating lest you pass out and wake up in a slaver camp.

Well, shit, you think as you rattle a dented canister of purified water. This fucking sucks.

Almost going cross-eyed, your tongue hovers under the rim as you watch the last lazy drop fall free. You catch it with a grimace, smacking your lips. The water tastes metal warm in your sour mouth, barely enough to wet your whistle - let alone your thirst.

You began rationing the last of your supplies days ago, and it’s been a battle against light-headedness ever since. Pretty soon you won’t have the strength to defend yourself, scavving be damned.

Come on. Think - gotta think. What can I scrap for caps?

Not only is Filly more than half a day away, Ma June isn’t one for charity cases. The fact she offered twenty extra caps last time for some burnt books and bent bobby pins was as close as you were ever going to get to a Wasteland miracle.

Sunken cheeks and pleading eyes can only get you so far; everyone’s gotta eat.

"Fuck..." The palms of your hands grind into your eye sockets until you see stars. "FUCK!"

There are two unspoken laws in this otherwise lawless land: steal or starve, live or die. A grim reminder that surrounds you in old bleached bones, empty bullet casings, and scraps of cloth fluttering in the breeze.

Someone always has to be top dog. If you’re lucky, they might be willing to share their spoils.

It’s as you’re considering what pieces of yourself you’re willing to barter that you see them. On the horizon, coming from the west, are two dark blobs.

Stark against the flat plains - a shining beacon of salvation - is a man in a ratty duster and cowboy hat. The saddlebag tossed over his shoulder bounces with his steps while a dog trots beside him, its sable coat rippling with muscle.

Pay dirt.

Making sure to keep low and distant, you stalk them. Watching, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

When the sun dips low, the sky a swath of pale pink and gold, they make camp at a blown-out Drumlin Diner. Off in the distance, thunder rumbles and sickly clouds gather.

Dark and roiling, acid green; a Radstorm brewing.

Electricity cracks at your skin, stands your hair on end. You scrub your hands over your arms, huddling into yourself for warmth. Meanwhile, the stranger seems to luxuriate in the budding promise of rad rain.

He lounges under an awning, his back pressed against a defunct Nuka Cola fridge. He gazes in the direction of the oncoming weather while mindlessly running his fingers through the dog’s fur as it curls up against his legs.

Occasionally, its ears twitch, and its eyes crack open.

Whenever it glances in your direction, you hold your breath and squeeze your eyes shut but it never gives any other indication that it notices your presence.

A small mercy you’re thankful for.

While you’re a pretty good shot, your body is weak with hunger. Besides, you have quick hands and light feet. There’s no doubt you can stealth your way in and out before he realizes his pack is lighter than he left it.

You’ll only take what you need - not interested in causing any more trouble than is necessary. Some food, maybe something to drink if he can spare it, and something to pawn. Just enough supplies to get you sorted in Filly.

Anyway, he certainly isn’t hurting for it by the look of things.

Any guilt you felt was short-lived when he settled down after dropping his pack inside, walking out with an inhaler of Jet in one hand and a can of Cram in the other.

Watched, greedy, as he cracked it open and picked at the tin of meat with lazy fingers. Salivated as he sucked them clean in between deep pulls of chem.

Soon, you decide, licking your lips as he chews, swallows. Soon.

However when push comes to shove, the stranger proves far more keen than you give him credit for.

The world spins like a hit of Daytripper, a kaleidoscope of color as your skull bounces off the wall with a loud crack. Air rushes from your lungs as something huge - hot and heavy - slams into you from behind.

Pins you against the wall with ease as your ears ring.

Something rattles loose; your teeth too large and your tongue too thick. Warm metal floods your mouth as the side of your face throbs in time with the rabbit fast stutter of your heartbeat.

Pain sparks and your stomach rolls.

"Wha's?" you slur, thoughts dripping like wax. "Wh-at's..."

Meanwhile, a gloved hand lassos around your throat like a collar. Brute fingers squeeze the tender flesh of your jugular until you hear your pulse in your ears. Senses struggling - sluggish to adjust in the encroaching night - as tiny cavities eat at your vision, little pockets of darkness.

“Lil girls should know it’s rude ta steal," a gruff voice mocks. “Betcha thought you was real slick, huh? Tch. You ask me, you’re dumber than shit, Darlin'.”

Trying to regain your bearings, you shake your head only to groan. “I don’t - ‘m not -” It’s difficult to concentrate, a throbbing tempo taking up residence in your temples. The words come slow. “Wha’d you mean?”

He whistles, long and low-pitched, "D’ya have any idea who you're fucking with?"

“N-No…”

“How’s about I show you, then?”

Warm breath puffs over the shell of your ear, a tongue sliding out to trace along the lobe. You jolt, squirming in discomfort as he crowds closer.

“Tasty lil thing like you, wrapped up all nice and pretty just for me." He chuckles. "Why, it must be Christmas.”

What the hell is he talking about?

It’s hard to breathe with his heavy weight suffocating you; the scent of gunpowder and bitter smoke clogging your nostrils with every labored inhale. His lips - ragged - scrape over the nape of your neck.

The grip on your throat squeezes once, twice; leather sticks to your sweaty skin.

You squint your sore eyes, taking in the faint flickers of firelight that spill through the open doorway. The desert chill of night has settled in, creeping through the busted out windows to dig beneath your padded armor.

Thunder rumbles directly overhead as lightning follows in flashes of acid green. It’s only a matter of time before sheets of rain come pouring down; the air sticky with humidity, trembling with energy.

The Radstorm has finally arrived.

You’ll undoubtedly get sick if you leave the shelter of the diner - might even die from it if you can’t afford or find any RadAway. But as the stranger’s chest digs into your shoulders, and the dog curls up in the corner - uncaring of your plight as its nose tucks into the whip-thin tail - you think you’ll take your chances.

Tilting back to glance at him from over your shoulder through damp eyes, you say, “Look--”

Only his hand moves, viper quick, as it slides from the front of your neck to the nape. Strong fingers clamp down like a vice, like scuffing an unruly dog.

He grinds your face into the wall, rough metal shredding your cheek.

You cry out, a soft, pained little thing that echoes through the empty diner.

“Now why’d you gotta go an' make me do that?”

A phantom glimpse told you all you needed to know; broad jaw, thin lips, a hollow nasal ridge, creeping radiation burns and cracked skin. Ghoul.

“Let’s try this again, Sugar.”

His free hand - sans glove - creeps over the curve of your hip to splay along the swell of your belly, fingers tucking up under the hem of your shirt. You shiver at the stroke of roughened skin.

“Don’t take another peep or I might jus' have ta pluck out those pretty eyes of yours.”

Dread pools low in your gut, a leaden ball.

Everything in you screams: RUN, RUN, RUN.

Alarms blare but you freeze. Stare straight ahead at the featureless wall, eyes wide and unseeing. Through the foggy mire of your thoughts - half formed and shapeless - you have enough presence to understand the precarious nature of your position. 

Heart hammering, you plead for mercy, “Please, I’m - I’m sorry.”

"Aw, ain't that real sweet?" He remains impassive, unmoved. "The little thief does got some manners after all."

Without warning, the sharp toe of his cowboy boot kicks apart your feet. In the ensuing empty space between your thighs, his leg slots into place. Spurs dig into the tender meat of your ankle, little kisses of pain, as his hips rut forward against your ass.

You choke on your spit, pulse jumping in your throat.

"H-Hey, that's..." You attempt to shove at any part of him you can reach to no avail. Built and broad with compact muscle, it's like trying to move a brick wall. "I said I was sorry, okay!"

He ignores you, burying his face into the space behind your ear. A deep inhale sounds next to your head, the expansion of his chest against your back so firm you're not sure you won't fuse together.

The whiskey rough groan he releases does wicked things, makes your mind wander to places it shouldn't. Full of grit and gravel as his cock twitches against your backside, a burning line of heat.

A shiver ricochets down your spine.

He grunts, says, "Mm, you smell good enough ta eat."

The cap of his knee nudges up against your clit with a sudden jolt, shocks of pleasure electrifying your body. Tears prick the corners of your eyes, and a sob threatens to scrape its way up from the depths of your throat.

You swallow, mouth desert dry. "Come on, let's just forget all about this, yeah?" you reason. "No harm done. I'll even give you whatever I've got left so - so..."

He makes a noise in the back of his throat, the vibration rattling through your chest. "So?" he prompts, plucking at the waistband of your trousers.

"So let me go?"

"Now why would I go an' do an asinine thing like that?" he replies. "If you think you can buy your freedom, think again, Sweetheart."

Rain pings off the metal roof, the smell of pungent ozone and rusting metal wafting in through busted windows and open doors.

“'Sides,” he pauses to turn your attention outside, “I’d hate ta have you yakin’ before the fun’s even started.”

There’s no way to misconstrue his meaning when he punctuates the statement with a teasing rut of his hips. Those rugged fingers tug open the clasp of your trousers, yank until the material goes slack and pools around your ankles.

“Hey, wait--!”

You jolt, hands scrambling for purchase as he slides his leg against your core. The friction of his pants through your thin cotton underwear makes you ache.

Ripping through your bottom lip, blood beading to the surface, you choke on a high-pitched whimper. "I..."

There's no way he can't feel your reaction.

How quickly you're getting wet as he drags you along the length of his thigh while yanking your hips back into the cradle of his pelvis. You meet him in a slow grind that boils your blood and steals the breath from your lungs.

It’s been - shit - far too long since you’ve felt anything other than hunger, thirst; the animal drive to keep pushing forward.

"You like this, don'tcha?"

You hear the dagger-sharp smile hidden in his words.

He croons, "What would your fellow smoothies think, huh? Here you are lettin’ a ghoul get you all hot n bothered - and you’re lovin’ it. Ain't you?"

You throb in response, heat stealing its way into your cheeks as you turn your head away in shame. His dark chuckle lets you know he felt the squeeze of your thighs, the rock and dip of your hips against his knee.

"I - I don't..." you stutter, struggling for a retort. “I’m not--”

A tremble works its way through your body, crushed as you are between the rad warm burn of his body and the wall. Completely at his mercy as you try to figure out where it all went wrong and what you can do to worm your way out of this one.

Terrified of what'll happen if you stay, terrified of what'll happen if you go; stuck in limbo as what was meant to be a simple grab-and-dash devolved into this confusing cluster of shame and lust.

You loathe the embers of desire kindling to life low in your belly.

"You really outta start bein' more honest, Sweetheart."

A large hand dips beneath the worn band of your underwear, and you wait with baited breath. Helpless as calloused fingertips brush over the swell of your mond.

Your inner thighs are uncomfortably sticky with slick, and your eyes burn in humiliation. Your throat trembles around all the words you want to say.

"Didn't anyone teach you lyin' was bad?" he asks rhetorically as his fingers slip down to play with the swollen bud of your clit, tapping lightly.

You keen, low and wounded.

Short nails dig into your palms as you flex your hands for want of something to grab onto.

“I am being honest,” you bite out through grit teeth. Sweat dapples your furrowed brow. “Just lemme go, please.”

"I find that hard ta believe," he replies. "Sorry to say, but you're shit at lyin'. Just look how hungry your lil cunt is for me."

It’s the only warning you get before those long digits plunge deep inside, two becoming three as they stretch you wide. Hollow you out; knuckles massaging your entrance as the tips prod along the sensitive front wall of your cunt.

You clamp down with a strangled moan. “Shit!”

This is a horrible idea - but it’s been forever and a day since you’ve felt anything other than your own touch.

Whether it be the bone-deep loneliness you’ve been shoving down for months or the sudden, inexplicable need for contact, you long for a reminder that you’re still alive.

That you’re not some wrath of the Wasteland filled with sand and blood, doing whatever it takes to survive in a place that would rather see you fail.

“I - I’m not sure.”

He snorts but offers no council or reassurances, using his free hand to yank at the back of your head in impatience. While it might’ve been a fairer fight if you weren’t in such bad shape, there’s no denying that he’s proven himself to be more adept.

Stronger, quicker.

This is going to happen either way.

And that turns you on - even though you feel like it shouldn’t.

If you give in, if he forces you to give in, it’s not really your fault then, is it? You can enjoy it because you have no choice.

Fuck it, you think, closing your eyes and tilting your head to the side in submission.

Like a doll with cut strings, all the fight drains from your body and you’re left sharing space. The ghoul is a furnace of heat behind you, barely any space to breathe he’s crowded so close.

His cock thickens where it digs into the soft fat of your ass, as large and intimidating as the man himself. “Now stay still for me.”

The or else goes unspoken.

Then he’s stepping away, a rush of cold air filling the empty space at your back.

You shiver, tempted to turn around. Maybe make a run for it. The only thing stopping you is the awareness that his threats aren’t so idle. In your experience, it’s far better to befriend the monster than to anger it.

So you comply, waiting an eternity as your senses strain to pick up on anything other than the murmuring hush of rain, the rumble of thunder, as the Radstorm continues to blow its way through.

Though just when you think he might’ve left, ready to chance moving, you hear the clink of a belt buckle clicking open. The scuff of boots across the linoleum before broad hands shove up under your shirt, scarred palms bare as they settle on your hips.

You tense before forcing yourself to relax.

“You ain’t as stupid as I thought,” he says. “Good girl.”

A test.

You breathe a sigh of relief.

“I can listen,” you mumble, keeping calm as his hands explore the plains of your stomach, pluck at the waistband of your panties. “Promise ‘m not gonna do anything else.”

Learned my lesson the first time. Got my skull cracked open for it.

“That’s what I like ta hear.”

Without warning, your panties are being ripped from you, scraps of fabric fluttering useless to the floor. You squawk in indignation but then a heavy hand settles between your shoulder blades.

He presses down, and you follow without complaint, finding yourself bent in half.

And then the fat head of his cock is right there, teasing at your entrance. He plays with your cunt, slipping the shaft between your wet folds. Dragging up the length of you to tap at your swollen clit.

Jerking in his hold, you whine and try to bear down with all your weight. “Please,” you squirm. “Please, c’mon…”

His grip remains firm, bruising as he exhales next to your ear, a pleased little grumble. “Thatta girl. Now tell me, who’s my pretty lil thief?”

Every hard ridge of his body bites into the softness of yours, your stiff nipples dragging against the rough material of your shirt. Zings of pleasure shoot through you; bursting in your bloodstream, fizzy like warm Nuka Cola.

“I-”

“Go on now, Sweetheart: say it.” Fingers dig into your hips so hard your bones ache. “Or I jus' might be tempted ta take a bite outta your pretty lil backside instead.”

He’s bluffing, you think, half delirious, … Right? He wouldn’t--

You swallow, throat clicking, and squirm against him.

Is that a chance you’re willing to take?

No, no it’s not.

“Y-Yours - I’m - I’m your little thief.”

The unexpected flare of satisfaction in his voice is almost your undoing. A hand pets down your flank, swatting the outside of your thigh playfully.

“Good girl.” He demands, “Say it again.”

Sharp hip bones kick forward against your ass as he lines himself up and starts to bully his way inside.

“I’m - YOURS!”

Your soft, gummy walls flutter, squeeze until giving in with a pop under the hard pressure of the fat head. His cock stretches you out, thick and girthy.

Ridges of scar tissue and patches of rough friction pockmark his shaft, massaging tender places as he fills you up, fucking you open.

He feeds you inch after inch… until he can’t.

“Wait!”

Accommodating his girth is a struggle, your cunt filled to the brim by the time he’s halfway inside. No amount of slick could make him fit, so he makes do with harsh little jerks of his hips. Forces himself deeper and deeper until he glides home nice and smooth, sheathing himself to the base with a sigh of satisfaction.

You clamp down hard with a hiccupy whine, walls furtively trying to push him out. “A-Ah!”

“Goddamn,” he huffs, hands kneading your ass, “You’re a tight fit.”

Tears prick your lash line, your hips shifting as you try to stop him from moving. Begging for a moment of reprieve. You’ve never taken something so big and thick, so textured before.

Coupled with the minimal foreplay, it feels like he’s punched his way through your body. Hollowed you out to make a home for himself.

Pussy aching, a low burning tightness creeps over your lower belly as tender flesh pulses uncomfortably around the unforgiving heft of his cock seated deep inside. You swear you feel him poking your belly button.

“Please,” you pant, heat settling into your cheeks. “J-Just wait a sec-ond! I can’t - oh shit.” 

“Aw, look at you.” Fingers reach around to brush over your cheeks, gather the tears that’ve slipped free. “Didn’t mean ta make you cry,” he lies.

The sound of him sucking his fingers clean reaches your ears. Your stomach swoops, and your clit throbs. Dazed as you wonder what his mouth would feel like on your pussy.

"Hah - too much, you're - fuck - you're too big."

He snickers. “Can’t be helped, I guess.” Body rippling in a shrug, his hands re-settling on your hips. “But that’s all right - I like it better when they cry.”

Before you can retort, he pulls his hips back.

Your toes curl in your boots, feet squeaking across the linoleum floor as your sweaty forehead grinds into the cool metal of the wall. The texture of his shaft burns as it slides through your swollen folds, dragging against sensitive spots you didn’t even know existed.

You can’t tell if it’s the best you’ve ever felt or the worst, but you nearly sob all the same, nerves alight with liquid fire. Want him as deep inside as he can go; a frenzy of desperation that needs him to stuff you so full you choke.

“See for all your whining, you’re takin’ me so well. What did I say about bein' honest?”

You sniffle, blurry eyes creaking open to stare out the window.

Your body throbs in time with your pulse, your pussy so stretched out you can’t clench down when he thrusts in deep. The fat mushroom head teases your cervix, a faint whisper, before he’s drawing back again.

“T-Too fast,” you stutter, head rolling back to rest on his shoulder. Your thighs tremble, knees going soft. “Slow down, slow down.”

“Sh, you can take it. I know you can.”

With a grunt, he surges forward. Wasting no time in starting up a brutal pace that rattles your bones. He drives you hard into the side of the diner; tits crushed and face smashed, a disgusting mixture of tears and drool wetting your cheek.

“Just like that, Sweetheart.”

You do little more than hold on, all thoughts driven from your mind as he fucks you swollen and bruised. Cunt a sticky mess as your slick eases the way, clinging to your inner thighs and dripping down his heavy balls.

Every thrust punches little sounds from you, and he grunts. “Fuck!”

Your hands cling to the sides of his hips, focusing on the shift of muscle beneath heavy fabric. “I can’t,” you slur, eyes cloudy as you glance up into his, gazes meeting for the first time. “Please, I - ah!”

His thrusts turn punishing, even more so than they already were, hips meet your ass with enough force to leave bruises. “What did I say about sneakin' a peek?”

While the words sound threatening, his voice is heated and breathy. For all his talk, he doesn’t look away. In fact, his hips slow into languid rolls, grinding close. When your eyes slide from his, he reaches down to pinch your clit between his fingers.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he chides. “You keep those eyes on me.”

Pretty, you think, dazed.

Glinting in the slants of firelight like wet sand or a Nuka Cola bottle in the sun; bourbon warm as they peer at you from beneath a heavy brow bone.

“That’s it, there’s my good girl."

Eyes fluttering when he flexes his hips in reward, the tip massaging along your g-spot, your mouth drops open on a whine.

“O-Oh! Right there, I - fuck, please don’t stop. ‘m so close.” F-Feels s'good.

His bare hand reaches up to curl around your jaw, gnarled fingers pushing their way past the open circle of your swollen lips. They compress your tongue as they gather saliva, stroking along your tastebuds.

Gritty, rough; he tastes of dirt, blood, and gunpowder.

You sneak a kiss to his scarred knuckle when he pulls free.

“Shit, I’ll be damned. You’re just a nasty lil freak, ain't you?”

You moan in response, stretching up on your tip-toes and arching your hips to change the angle. Your palms rest beside your head, docile.

A crazed grin cracks the corners of his lips, his teeth bared like an animal. “I like that,” he husks. “Now be a peach…”

Then those soaked digits are finding their way between your thighs, ghosting over your skin to smear spit onto your abused clit. The tender bud throbs beneath his fingertips, swollen and begging for attention.

He hitches his hips forward to feel you jerk, pulsing beneath his touch as he resumes a fast, jolting pace that has you smacking into the wall.

“And cum for me.”

A deep rumble escapes his throat, the sloppy, wet sounds of him fucking you ringing loud in your ears. Your hips roll, unsure if you want to press forward into the swirl of his fingers or back into the rut of his cock.

Tears stream down your cheeks, your chest heaving with weak sobs.

“Please,” you whine, his shaft pinching your walls uncomfortably. You feel swollen, rubbed raw. “A-Almost there.”

A nip to the ear is all it takes.

“Hhaah, I’m--!”

The liquid heat that’s been pooling low in your belly - building and building - finally bursts in a gush of slick that soaks his hand. Darkens the crotch of his pants as it drips down your thighs to splash against the tile.

You sob, a full body tremor zipping through you like bottled lightening.

In the aftermath, your cunt twitches in time with your heartbeat. Hands numb and head full of cotton as cramps bloom between your hips. Sharp little stabs shoot up behind your navel.

“Shit, I’ve got myself a gusher,” he laughs, a nasty little smirk tugging at his lips. “Look at the mess you made. Now if you ask real sweet-like, maybe I’ll let you clean it up with your tongue.”

You sag, too boneless to be ashamed as electric aftershocks tingle along your nerves. All the while, his pace never falters, quickly fucking you into overstimulation.

Your clit twitches pathetically when the fat head of his cock drags along your g-spot. "No more," you mumble weakly, letting him maneuver your body how he likes. "Please."

“Heh, let’s see if you can do that again.”

You whimper, “Oh, oh, please n-no. I - I can’t. You’ll break me.”

“That’s real cute,” his lips, harsh and rasping, drag over the shell of your ear, “but I wasn’t askin’.”

The grip on your hips tightens to the point of pain, digging in and marking you up.

“Now, why don’ we have some real fun, Darlin'?”

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[finniestoncrane]

Ain't So Bad

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 1.1k i want this man to do horrible things to me, i want him to tell me he'll make sure i'm ok when i know full well he's the most dangerous thing around, he's driving me INSANE anyway i'll have a softer thing for him soon!! 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: dubcon/noncon, restraints, use of 'no' but reader is quick to do as told, restraints, slight threat, gun mention, hair pulling

The sun had thankfully almost set, the long shadows cast by it a welcome relief, though it did mean that night was coming, along with the threats that were its constant companion. But you always assumed you were safe, travelling with your own companion. Especially when that companion was Cooper Howard. Charming, despite his foul attitude that put most people off. Handsome, at least to you, and much to the disappointment of the more ‘reserved’ folks you came across out in the wasteland. And you felt lucky, most of the time, to consider him yours. But you suspected that, while he kept the danger away, that there was a reason for that.

Even predators had something they were afraid of. There was always a greater evil.

And as the darkness fell, his silhouette lit only by the small fire in the corner of the roofless room, you began to realise that Cooper was a lot more dangerous than you had let yourself come to terms with.

“Cooper, wait… we’re not safe enough, I don’t…”

You trailed off, aware that your words were falling on deaf ears as Cooper dragged his dry lips across your cheek, grazing his teeth against the skin as you felt him pushing you backwards, your spine straightening against the crumbling wall behind you.

“It ain’t so bad out here… certainly won’t be when you see what I’ve got in store for you.”

“Please, Cooper… no, Coop, I can’t-”

Interrupted by your own sharp inhale, you held the breath as you watched Cooper’s eyes settled on yours, your hands above you head against the wall, his hands tight around your wrists, preventing you from holding him back any further.

“I’m here to keep you safe, darlin’. You’ll be fine.”

His words meant very little against what you knew was lurking out there, and your nerves pushed your protests out of your clamping throat.

“But Cooper, you know I get scared… I don’t want to do this, not here.”

“Well too bad, missy…”

He lifted your hands and slammed them back down again, watching as you winced at the dull pain.

“… it ain’t like there’s a nice place I can take a girl like you for something like this…”

Cooper’s grip loosened, one of his hands leaving yours as he fumbled with the belt on his pants. You could have easily pulled away, but you didn’t. You couldn’t be sure why, and you chose not to linger on that thought, luckily distracted from it as Cooper’s unbuckled belt clanged, his eyes back towards you.

“…Now, are you going to be a good girl and take it?”

The free hand now drifted to his hip, pushing back his long coat, his palm lazily resting on the holstered gun by his side before he continued speaking. Slowly, clearly, in a low, guttural tone.

“Or am I gonna have to be a bad man and take. It.”

His stare penetrated you, like he could see through your skull to the wall you were trapped against. Your chest seemed to stay completely still despite the deep breaths you took. When you tried to speak, your tongue stayed flat, your lips trembling, nothing but a squeak of air managing to pass between you.

“I asked you a question.”

All you offered was a stuttered mumble and a sheepish nod of your head, a smile offered to you by Cooper as he kicked your legs apart with his muddy boot. Two gloved fingers teased at the front of your pants, pulling them away from skin before sinking below the waistband and brushing against your thickened lips. Excitement, adrenaline, fear. All of it passed over you in a heartbeat, your heart fluttering as he removed his hands from you. Bringing the fingers to his lips, he bit down on the leather with his yellowed teeth, tearing off the glove and tossing it to the ground. His fingers were back down quickly, spreading apart your folds. His uncovered fingers delved inside of you, only briefly, before he withdrew that small modicum of pleasure from the otherwise intense and nerve-wracking situation.

As he separated himself from you, your back arched involuntarily away from the wall, your body betraying your protests as you ached for more of his touch.

“My, my… you sure were fussing a lot for someone who is clearly enjoying themselves…”

Bringing his two fingers up, he spread them apart, watching carefully as your slick stretched in long strands between them.

“Bend over.”

“Cooper, wait, please, I-”

Gripping your waist, Cooper knocked you off balance and let you fall to the floor, a cloud of dust rising up around you.

“I done enough waitin’, darlin’.”

As you struggled to get onto all fours, you felt yourself knocked once more, cheek slamming to the ground as your arms were pulled up behind your back. You could feel the rope tightening around your skin, your wrists bound together and stuck against your spine.

“Now listen, you just lie there…”

He leaned down, whispering into your ear, his hot breath tingling you, making the hairs rise on the back of your neck.

“… and try to keep quiet.”

Behind you, Cooper fell to his knees, pulling down his own pants before turning his attention to yours, uncovering just enough of you that he knew he could slip himself between your thighs and into your wet, warm cunt without leaving either of you too vulnerable to any surprise guests.

Once his other glove was off, you could feel his palm sliding up your back, cracked nails scratching at the nape of your neck before his fingers gripped your hair. Your back contorted as he lifted your face from the ground, positioning you perfectly for his curved cock, lubed with his own drool which he let drip down from his lips in a long, lewd strand, to slide inside of you with little mercy. He pounded into you once, setting the tone for the rest of the encounter you had to endure.

But he hadn’t lied.

“Just a little longer, darlin’, we’ll have you back on two legs… just hng gimme… ah… fuck, that’s it…”

His brutal pace, the way he was so desperately trying to get to the conclusion, the relief, the pain of the stretch, the heat in your own chest that made you moan in response to the way his cock pulsed within your walls.

But he was true to his word.

Because while one hand was tugging at the hair, fingernails scratching your scalp, his hips bucking into your body, knocking you forward and into the ground, his other hand clutched the shotgun, finger teasing the trigger, tempted to send shots into the air at his climax, but ready to defend you both against anyone, or anything, that threatened to interrupt him.

“See, darlin’… not so bad after all.”

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[buryustogether]

songbird

the ghoul x f!reader

summary: you used to be a singer in your vault - that skill comes in handy when you least expect it, and least want to use it. but who are you to say no when cooper tells you to sing for him?

wc: 5.7k

warnings: swearing, talk of murder, blood, alcohol, gun violence, sexual tension, smut, fingering, p in v sex, biting, possessive sex, possessive cooper

You had to admit - if you and your companion didn't find shelter soon, one of you was going to drop and the other wouldn't hesitate to feast on what was left.

The deserts of the Wasteland were harsh - you had known that the moment you stepped out of your vault those months ago and you had been faced with nothing but a searing sun, sand that got stuck places it shouldn't have, and creatures and fellow people alike who would risk it all simply for a quick grab at the pack on your back. But it seemed like this past week, God or Satan or whoever the fuck was controlling this shitshow of a world was in a bad mood. The heat was unbearable, even at night when the chilly winds should have weaseled their way beneath your vault suit and cooled your burning skin. Creatures mutated by the long-settled radiation were feeling the anger of the wasteland, as well, charging without warning or provocation. To top off a less than perfect week, your water supply had run out yesterday, and unless the skies opened up and released a storm of rad-infested hail upon your head, you weren't sure you would find any more before you keeled over and kicked it.

Struggling to plant your feet stable in the mounds of sand beneath you as you made your way between the shells of buildings that had once stood tall and proud, you glanced over your shoulder at your companion. Cooper was better adapted for this kind of environment than you were, what with his hardened skin and the wide brim of his hat shielding his face, but even he looked worse for wear. When he picked up his head, seeming to feel your eyes on him, you quickly averted your gaze and set your attention back on moving one foot in front of the other.

"Fuck're you lookin' at?" he said, his voice raspy as he called out through the dry air.

"Nothing," you snipped back, refusing to give him the satisfaction of facing him again. "Just wondering if I'm going to have to carry you the rest of the way, asshole."

The heat was making you both snappy - you hated it.

Your first meeting with Cooper hadn't gone smoothly. Hell, your second or third hadn't, either. You weren't exactly sure when you had fallen into a more comfortable presence around one another, but it sure as shit hadn't happened overnight. You'd been only half a day fresh from your vault when you'd seen him scavenging madly over a mess of bodies he'd dropped where they stood, searching for a number of vials kept in their pockets that he let drip into his open mouth like a fountain of youth. When you had called out a friendly hello to him, he'd nearly shot your brains out. Cooper had taken in your shocked expression - as you'd clearly never seen a ghoul before - as well as the stark blue of your vault suit and the pack over your shoulders, then promptly told you to scoot your ass back around to wherever the hell you had come from. Of course, you hadn't. You'd followed him from a distance, watching as he'd picked his way across the dusty sands until he'd wrangled you with the lasso at his hip, told you to fuck right off, and left you tied to a number of old pipes in the basement of a nearly collapsed building.

A day later, you'd tracked his footprints in the sand to a little settlement, where you hadn't ducked away quick enough to avoid his gaze. He'd threatened to blow your brains out if he caught you following him again. He'd only half-delivered on that promise when, not ten hours later, he'd planted a fist-sized hole in the skull of a raider attempting to cut your throat for the Pip-Boy affixed to your wrist.

From then on, he'd simply chosen to ignore you as you followed behind him like a lost dog, intent on staying with the biggest, baddest wolf in the yard. After a week, he'd tossed you a part of his rations. A week after that, he'd - not too gently - invited you to sit at the campfire with him when he saw you shivering beneath your thin, vault-issued blanket a good few yards away.

Somewhere along the way you'd started to talk. Started to share - at least, you had. Cooper had simply tucked his hat over his eyes and pretended not to listen while you rattled about this and that until he physically couldn't take it anymore and told you to go the fuck to sleep.

These months later, having accompanied him all this time, you didn't hesitate to call him a friend. Maybe something more, if you let the ache between your legs when you looked at him speak for you, but you knew it was a fantasy and nothing more, so you decided to stick with 'friend.'

Back in the present, you swallowed and winced when your throat barked with a bout of pain in response. You didn't think you'd make it another mile, let alone five, which was how far Cooper claimed the nearest town was. Despite the months you'd spent adapting out here to the wastelands, you were still attempting to cope with the hardships that came with it. Vault life wasn't anything like this; there was always water to drink, beds to sleep in. Cool air to bask in when it got just the slightest bit too hot. Of course, you didn't voice these complains to your companion. If you did, you had no doubt he'd tell you to shut the fuck up and deal with it.

Just as you were about to ask if you could take a short break and get away from the harsh sun beating on your back like repeated blows from a red-hot hammer, a gloved hand wrapped around your arm and held you in place. You jerked to a stop, nearly falling back on your ass as Cooper held you where you stood. You prepared a strongly-worded question as to just what he was doing before you followed his gaze downward, to where a small handful of pairs of footprints traveled perpendicular to yours. Together, you tilted your heads to the left where the foreign prints were headed, and it was there you found a small slope leading downward into what may have once been a shopping mall. From where you stood, you were able to see that the glass dome around the center of the mall had been shattered, letting out the gentle sound of music and human hollers.

You exchanged a look with Cooper, each of you sunken from the iron-fisted heat weighing you down, then slid down the sandy slope after him when he took off toward the shopping mall.

If there was one thing you had learned about Cooper since planting yourself at his side and refusing to leave, it was that he valued silence above almost everything else. You, on the other hand, had come from a talkative vault, where gossip reached every end of every chamber only an hour - at max - after anything noteworthy had happened. Your companion had once called you the biggest yap he'd ever heard, and you would have taken it for a compliment had he not told you to shove it a moment after. The two of you had been silent nearly the entire day now, save for a few venomous barks at each other, and you cleared your scratchy throat in an attempt to lighten your shitty moods.

"I used to read about shopping malls in the magazines," you said, leaning your weight backwards as the sandy slope shifted downward. "They had all kinds of stores inside."

"Thanks for the reminder," Cooper bit back, quickening his stride. "Would have fuckin' forgot without you here."

You let your eyes roll into the back of your head as you struggled to catch up to him, your boots digging into the uneven earth beneath you. "When I was a kid, a few of my friends and I would draw pictures of clothes - because, you know, we only had our suits - and then spread them across one of our rooms and pretend to shop. It was stupid, but it we made entertainment where we could."

"Now, was this before you started pretending to be Billie Holliday?"

You gave him a sideways glance. "Who's that?"

Cooper shook his head and took off ahead of you. "Jesus fuckin' Christ."

During one of your, as your companion called them, yap sessions, you had confided in him that your vault valued the arts above anything else. Since you were a child, they had encouraged you to find something you enjoyed, as long as you were able to call yourself an artist. Painting hadn't worked out too well. Writing had been a bust. But then you'd discovered singing - a way in which you were able to express yourself without actually saying how you felt. You could drape the tunes in metaphors and similes, bump the second verse from the first, and when you were done, everyone would get to their feet to applaud as if your songs were the best things they'd ever heard. Cooper hadn't expressed much interest in this, instead taking to calling you a songbird with her wings clipped when he deemed you were at your lowest and needed to be kicked while you were down.

Of course, you hadn't shown him - you would have to be long dead for that - but over the course of the few months you'd known him, you had confided in your notebook carried in your pack all the little things you'd come up with that complimented his persona. How the gold at his heels called for you with each step he took. The way his hands, encased behind leather that creaked, held a smoke so delicately you could have imagined it was you. The rasping curl of his words when he smiled while he spoke and how each word cast a spell that made you want to follow him until the sun exploded and the earth was gone.

Cooper was an enigma you couldn't help but wonder after, and every scrap of himself he tossed to you led you on like a dog on a leash.

The music and echoing sound of laughter from deep inside the shopping mall became louder as the pair of you approached, eyes scanning for snipers on the roof or guards posted at the busted-out windows. There wasn't a person in sight, only mannequins stripped of their clothing hanging out the openings and long-shredded posters clinging to broken glass. Cooper led the way inside, picking a path across the wreckage and rubble stacked haphazardly against the entrance. You felt your pulse tick up when he produced his gun from the worn holster at his side, tapping his trigger finger against the side of the firearm in time with the music winding its way down the wide corridors.

As you followed your companion through the shopping mall, you couldn't help but ogle at the numerous attractions you passed. Shops had been boarded up and torn open again, giving you a glimpse of tattered clothes still on hangers, books tipped over on shelves, pre-war machines behind display cases that were covered in two hundred years' worth of dirt and grime. Gang signs and dirty catchphrases had been spraypainted along the walls and windows in a rainbow of colors. In the center of the long aisle you were wandering, a carousel meant for children sat neglected, still fitted with cartoonish horses who had seen better days than these.

"Did you used to come to these often?" you asked as you stepped across a mannequin missing its head.

"Shut the fuck up for a minute." Cooper raised a hand to pair with his little spat, silencing you from asking any further questions. His tongue darted out between his cracked lips as he placed his steps carefully around shattered glass and wind-up toys that would declare your position to the entire mall. He led you around a few wide corners before coming to a stop behind an old escalator, motioning for you to take cover. You crouched to peer around the other side, pulling your bag strap tighter over your shoulder. You were met with a sight that made your lips part in wonder.

Made up in the center of the mall's large atrium, directly beneath where the glass dome had been broken out, a small encampment of people had established what looked like a tiny town. Tents rested just inside nearby shop windows and winking Christmas lights had been strung above their heads. Lanterns cast shadows along the faces of the camp's locals as they milled back and forth, sharing dinners, reading from books - and dancing. Booming from a solar-powered stereo was a symphony of fiddles and guitars, harmonies of trumpets and clapping in time with the beat. A woman's tinny voice came through the speakers and she reminisced about an old lover who had gotten away. As you watched the people dance and stamp their feet along with the music, you found yourself drumming your fingers along, as well.

You were so engrossed in the music that you nearly missed what Cooper had his watchful eye on; the fridge-sized container with several spigots on its sides marked with a large piece of paper that read 'Clean Water.'

You and Cooper ducked back behind the escalator.

"Bunch of fuckin' idiots," said Cooper as he pulled a red-capped round from his bandolier and loaded it into his gun's chamber. "That shit'll attract every goddamn raider and feral within the mile."

"They're just having fun," you said, unsure of why you felt so defensive of these people you didn't even know. Maybe it was because they reminded you of your fellow vault dwellers back home. There had been a dance or performance like this nearly every night.

Cooper scoffed. "Fun like this gets you killed, little lady."

Your eyes widened as you watched him pull back the hammer of his firearm. "You're not going to just go up there and start shooting, are you?" You knew for a fact that he would. You'd seen him do it before - draw his pistol and start spinning the trigger because a raider or flock of ferals had what he wanted. But this - this was something different. Before he could do anything more, you reached out and grabbed his upper arm in a grasp so tight your knuckles paled. He flashed you a dark, dangerous look from beneath the brim of his hat, but you refused to let go. "Cooper, these people are innocent. They haven't done anything to us."

"Listen here, dollface, and listen well," he said, quickly spinning you around so that your back was pressed against the escalator. He caged you in, his gun hand still in your grasp and his other arm propped against the wall beside your head. You tried your damndest to not flush when you felt his breath on you, when his hips came just inches from pressing up against yours. "If we're goin' to be carryin' on this little arrangement, you need to learn to keep that pretty mouth of yours shut when I tell you to shut it. Now, I know you vaulties think everyone and their mama is goin' to repay that silly kindness of yours, but do not be mistaken. Keep yappin' and I will drink my fill of that there water while I make you watch, and then I'll tip the rest of it onto the floor. You hear me?"

You were at a loss for words, your tongue dry and your knees beginning to feel wobbly from the lack of water and proper rest. Just when you were about to let your eyes fall back down and accept that he was going to clear out the settlement for their water, footsteps echoed past where the two of you stood. Cooper snapped around and raised his pistol, his other arm still caging you in, and aimed down the barrel at a few young men approaching the rest of the locals beneath the glass dome. Instead of yelling, instead of dropping their belongings and begging for their lives while they pissed their pants in the presence of a ghoul, the men waved and smiled friendly grins.

"No need to hide," one said, gesturing the pair of you toward the others. "Y'all are welcome to come and make yourselves cozy. The more the merrier!"

They continued on, greeted by the other locals with shouts of welcome backs and fond hugs, paying no mind to the wide eyes and parted lips of you and your companion. Breaking away from Cooper's little cage he had created with himself and the wall - as much as it pained you to - you peeked back around the escalator. The young men pointed your way, and a number of people waved in kind and beckoned you forward. You found yourself taking a few steps toward the inviting sight of fresh water and the smell of food being cooked over one of the fires when Cooper snagged you by the back of your suit's collar and pulled you back into cover.

"Where on this good green earth you think you're goin'?" he said in a hushed tone, bringing your face close to his with a commanding grip on your jaw. Another flutter of excitement, of blood rush, bubbled to life in the pit of your stomach and began to travel south, but you suppressed the urge to lean into his touch. You didn't pull away, either.

"They invited us," you said, your eyes wandering back over to the light flickering from the lanterns and fires. "It's rude to turn down an invitation."

Cooper harrumphed and released you a little harsher than necessary. "What you've got is a one-way ticket to bein' on tomorrow's menu, sweetheart," he said, tilting his head to follow your gaze and keep eye contact when you looked away. "If you've about had your fill of the real world up here topside, then be my guest. Go and let'em fatten you up. I'll pour one out for 'ya tonight."

Deciding not to wonder if he would actually pour one out for you, if you really meant that much, you scoffed and shook your head. "You know it's okay to let your guard down every once in a while. Smile, maybe? Wave back? No wonder you're so damn bitter, old man."

Cooper stared down at you, and you wondered briefly if he was considering slamming your head into the side of the escalator. Would he drag you away with him, you thought? Or would he leave you for the strangers just around the corner. After what seemed an eternity, he hummed a short little note and nodded his head toward the camp. "You want to play friends, little lady? Go ahead. See how far that gets you before I've got to turn around and put one between the eyes of a man who's not lookin' just for the sake of lookin'."

With the faintest hint of a smile, you blinked up at him. "You'd turn around for me?" you asked in a murmur.

He matched your heated gaze, dark eyes intense and flaring a torch in your belly. "I suppose you'll just have to find out one of these days."

Swallowing thick, you took a breath, then turned and led him toward the little encampment of people. Heads turned as the pair of you approached, and you found that most of them smiled. You waved to those who offered little shakes of their hands, trailed by a ghoul stalking in his own shadow and resting the crook of his palm on his pistol. You were met by a kind-faced woman near the large tank of water, and she was forced to speak loudly to be heard over the sound of the thumping music.

"You folks just get in?" she said, already fixing two bowls of stew from a large pot simmering over a fire.

You broke yourself from the staring match you were having with the pot, the same one Cooper was still stuck in. Although, he may have been watching the chickens that roamed inside a little pen nearby as he licked his lips. "Yes, ma'am," you said over the trill of the woman's singing. You so desperately wished you knew the words so you could sing along. "I hope we're not imposing."

"Not at all!" A bowl of stew was pushed into your hands, and you forced yourself to be polite and not spoon it down your throat immediately. At your side, your companion gave the rim of the bowl a lick with the tip of his tongue before tipping it to slurp up. "We pride ourselves in being an open community. We might be small, but that just means there's more to share." The tin cups of water she handed over didn't last but five seconds before she was refilling them. "Make yourselves comfortable and stay however long you like. All we ask is that you keep your weapons holstered and don't disturb the music."

You and Cooper took seats at a dining table that had been dragged over from the cafeteria, neither of you speaking much as you both wolfed down what was in the bowls in front of you. Both of your spoons went untouched, each electing instead to drink up the strangely-colored meat floating around inside. Cooper finished much faster than you, and shucked off his gloves so that he could dip his scarred finger in to collect what juices were left. When he was finished, the bowl looked as though it hadn't even been used.

Watching him with a small smile, you let up from your own bowl and said, "I'm waiting."

"For what, exactly, little lady?"

"Your apology." You lapped up the rest of your stew before politely setting your bowl inside of his. "You wanted to -" You hesitated and glanced over your shoulder to make sure no one was too close to hear you. "You know." Then you settled a rather self-satisfied smirk over your features. "And look where we are now. So I'd like my apology now."

Cooper sucked on his finger, ensuring he was getting every last morsel of the stew that he could, and your attention was pulled down to where his lips wrapped around his digit. A part of you began to imagine it was yours. He noticed you staring and grinned wide. "And you know what I'm waitin' for, darlin'?"

"What?"

"For you to walk yourself over there and get me seconds."

You rolled your eyes, but nevertheless grabbed your stacked bowls and began to make your way over to where the woman was tending to the pot. "You'd better be thinking about your apology," you called over your shoulder. When you turned back around you nearly collided into someone retreating back to their spot with their own dinner. You jerked to the side, attempting to get out of their way first, and in doing so rammed yourself into the stereo set on a table in the center of the little camp. You watched in horror, bowls clasped to your chest, as the stereo tumbled over the edge of its pedestal and fell to the floor, where it shattered into what must have been hundreds of pieces. The camp became shrouded in a tense, shocked silence as every eye in the mall turned to face you and look upon your sin.

"I..." Your voice carried through the atrium and down the corridors of the shopping mall, sounding like an isolated cry for help. "I'm so sorry. I - I didn't mean to, I really didn't. Here, I might be able to fix it." You bent down to try and gather the pieces with your free hand, and the moment you did, a number of the camp locals drew weapons to aim in your direction.

"Now," came that familiar drawl behind you as you heard a hammer lock into place. "Are we really goin' to be killin' each other over some silly radio?" asked Cooper, and you felt some of your nerves ease slightly when you felt his chest press against your back.

A man to your right hissed. "You killed him!"

You shook your head viciously. "No, no! I - I didn't kill anyone. I'm sorry, I really am."

"You killed Sterry!" a woman accused.

"Sterry?" You looked down at the broken stereo and began to scoop up the bigger pieces you could find. "I - I can fix Sterry, I swear -"

"There's no fixing Sterry," moaned the woman who had served you stew as she sunk into the closest bench, looking as though she were about to faint. "He's dead. And you've killed us all."

You glanced back at Cooper, who wielded both his pistols now, each pointed in a different direction toward locals who had drawn their weapons. He offered a shrouded look that screamed, 'Now, didn't I tell you so, sweetheart?' You took a shuddering breath and faced the woman who had served you. "What do you mean?" you asked.

The woman placed her head in her hand as if she'd already accepted her fate. It was a daunting sight, the face of a woman so cheery and joyful such a short time ago, now deflated as though someone had let out all her air. "This place," she said, gesturing vaguely to the mall around you. "It's infested." The word was so heavy you felt as though you nearly choked on it. "Infested with creatures that will tear us limb from limb now that you've ruined everything. The music! The music was what kept them away, and now that it's gone..."

As if on cue, from the darkness of one of the long-winding corridors straight ahead, there came the bone-rattling sound of a feral hissing and snapping its weathered jaw. A few of the locals scrambled back as the creature emerged from the inky blackness, arms twisted and eyes sunken so far back into its skull they looked like they were forever pointed toward the sky. It took a rushed few steps forward before Cooper's arm rotated and he put a hole between its eyes. The feral dropped to the floor, leaking dark blood that stained the tile floor.

"Stop being so dramatic, Uma," said an older gentleman who stooped at your feet to begin gathering the pieces of Sterry. You immediately dropped to your knees to help. "We've fixed Sterry before, and we'll fix him again. It won't take long. But while we do, we'll need something to drive those creatures off..."

Your stomach dropped when, as you stood to hand over the pieces of the stereo, you felt Cooper's hands - still fitted with his pistols - rest heavily on your shoulders. "Well, then, y'all folks are in luck," he drawled, and you could practically hear the smirk playing his lips as he spoke. "I've got my very own songbird right here. I'd be happy to lend her to 'ya if, say... you filled our flasks from that there tank when the time comes for us to leave."

"Cooper," you hissed through your teeth as you spun around to face him. Singing for your vault was one thing, but singing for a bunch of strangers in the middle of an infested mall while ferals stumbled from the darkness all around you? He may as well have tossed you back out into the wastes. "You are not going to fucking trade me -"

"Done," said the old man as he sat down and began to sort Sterry's pieces. "Have your girl start singing - anything her heart desires. Just long enough for me to fix old Sterry here."

Giving the man a mock salute that didn't quite raise to his brow, Cooper shoved you onto a bench so that you stood over the rest of the camp. From this angle, they were all able to see your petrified expression and your hands shaking at your sides. "You heard the man," your companion said and smacked the back of your knee. "Get to it, songbird."

"Cooper, I can't -"

Before you were able to finish, Cooper turned, his ears pricking at something yours did not pick up, and dropped another feral that had been silently stalking the camp from the other side. A few of the locals yelped in terror, fleeing into shopfronts and tents.

"Sing for me, sweetheart," Cooper said. He sent you a wink, tipped his hat, then unleashed another round of lead into the darkness which only his eyes could penetrate.

You felt as if you were going to vomit. Sweat began to form on the back of your neck as you fisted your hands and swayed slightly where you stood on the bench. Turning your head, you met the eyes of a few camp locals watching you from their hideouts, their expressions filled with fear, anger, anticipation. They were waiting. Expecting. Needing. Attempting to push down the swelling that was beginning to form in your throat, you looked down at Cooper as he emptied his pistols of empty shells before reloading in order to fend off the ferals attacking the camp - the very camp he'd wanted to take out not half an hour ago.

He'd told you to sing for him. So you'd sing. For him, and only him.

Clearing your mouth and opening your lips, you took a breath and forced yourself to sing. "Death will come from where the earth meets the sky." Your voice wobbled slightly, rusty from having not singing since you left your vault. That, along with the fear and dehydration sitting on your tongue. "The sand is scorched beneath his step, the future decided by his eye." As you sang, the miniature explosions banging from the barrels of Cooper's pistols created a short, quick beat you unconsciously began to tap your foot along to. "He'll come for you all in the end, you'll never be free... he'll come for you all, but never for me."

Ferals shrieked in response to the gunfire, to the song torn right from your notebook in your pack, and one by one, like stage performers who had practiced this dance a hundred times, they dropped at the feet of the camp.

"Death's got a girl who croons his songs, which is why he never stays for long. He's got to run back to his lady, just as harsh as he, he's coming for you, but he's running back to me." As you sang you realized your voice was getting louder, louder, swelling until it filled the mall's atrium and every corridor far beyond. You tapped your heel along with the rhythm you'd created, closing your eyes and imagining an audience of one; a ghoul with his arms slung out across the chairs beside him and a knowing smirk playing his thin lips. It pulled you forward, pulled forth a song you hadn't realized was already in you. "He might sound mean, but I swear, he's kind. He's just got to peer into these eyes of mine. I'll ride with him, and he'll follow me, leaving behind a trail of blood far as the eye can see. Oh, my baby's got teeth to bite and a gun to blow, see his smoke and soon you'll know. Death ain't my man, he's my right hand. He'll come for you all in the end, you'll never be free... he'll come for you all, but never for me."

You had just been nearing a second verse when, from where it rested before the old man on the table, the stereo jumped back to life and filled the atrium with thrumming, pulsing folk music. It drowned out your voice, silenced you like a gunshot, and the ferals teetering on the edge of the darkness leading to the rest of the mall stumbled back into their hiding places. The camp locals slowly emerged from their hiding places, chattering excitedly about Sterry and his newfound love of life. Feeling a little stupid still standing on the bench, you climbed down and shuffled away toward where you had been originally sitting.

Taking a seat, you rested your forehead on your arms and exhaled a shaky breath. What had you been thinking? Singing a song for the man you'd become hopelessly fascinated with while he was just a few feet away, battling ferals who were intent on tearing out your throat and taking your voice with it? You were such a fucking idiot. You wouldn't be surprised if he told you to never open your mouth again.

Just as promised, your flasks were filled to the brims with fresh water before you went on your way, leaving the mall atrium and the singing, dancing camp locals behind as you picked your way back outside. Neither you nor Cooper said much as you continued your trek to nowhere, leaving a pair of footprints like echoes in your wake. Your cheeks remained flushed long after the mall had disappeared into the horizon, and long after you picked out an abandoned building to set up camp for the night. For once, it wasn't from the heat.

You sat across the lantern and what light it cast from Cooper, who stared into the little beacon as if he were watching the most fascinating flick within its glass. You held your notebook in your lap, thumb marking your place as your tried to write, but nothing would come to mind save for the things you'd sung about today. Mortification stirred like a serpent in your belly, and you briefly considered excusing yourself to get up and throw up outside.

"Let me see that book you've got there."

Your head lifted at Cooper's request - more of a demand - and unconsciously tightened your grip around your notebook. Your notebook - full of songs, melodies, lyrics. The most recent half of which you had written about the ghoul staring at you. "This?" you said, your trembling voice giving way to your nerves. You forced out a chuckle and smacked it shut. "It's nothing worth looking at."

"Why not?" he said, voice rasping lower than the baritone he usually held it at. You swore his gaze was hotter than the sun during the day and the fires at night. "You got more songs 'bout little old me in there?"

Fuck, he knew. Fuck all, he knew. You felt your flush deepen as you pointedly tucked your notebook into the bottom of your pack and flipped the top shut. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," you said, avoiding his eyes. Instead you focused on the fraying tip of your boot. "I wrote that a long time ago. Back in my vault."

"Uh huh." Cooper stared you down for so long you thought that perhaps time had frozen. Then he took a barely-there breath. "Come over here, songbird. Let me get a good look at you."

For a long, long moment, you remained still as you ever had been. What was he saying? Normally the only time he let you close to him was when he invaded your personal space to deliver a shove or to smack your knee or thigh to tell you to get a move on. Your breath hitched when you finally lifted your head and found his gaze boring into yours, heavier than a ton and white hot like a branding iron.

"I ain't goin' to tell you again, pretty girl."

As if he had you on a fucking leash - because you swore he did - you found yourself pitching forward, crawling on your hands and knees toward him. He spread his legs slightly, enough to give you room to fit between them, and hesitantly, so very carefully, you rested yourself against his front. His rough, scarred hands, free of his gloves, came up to rest on the swell of your hips as if they were made to be there, fitting like puzzle pieces against your skin beneath your vault suit. You stared up at him, backlit by the lantern light, and let his thumb drag down your bottom lip until it slipped from his touch.

"Didn't think my songbird had such desire in her," Cooper chuckled, his warm breath fanning across your face.

You relished in the goosebumps that crawled over the planes of your skin. "I... I don't..."

"Oh, you'd be dead wrong if you said that little ditty you sang today wasn't all about desire." He settled back deeper where he sat, giving you more room to settle against him between the columns of his thighs. Your lower belly rested against his crotch, where you felt the hard outline of his cock straining against his trousers. Your heart skipped a beat or three. "If you wanted to ride with death, sweetheart, all you needed to do was ask."

Cooper sealed his lips to yours without word or warning, pulling a surprised little noise from the back of your throat that he swallowed up with fervor. As the initial shock faded, you found your eyes slipping shut and your mouth moving against his, lips opening without fight when his tongue demanded to explore your own. Bracing yourself with one hand against his thigh, you reached up with your other and cradled the back of his head, knocking off his hat in the process.

Swift to get a move on, to feel you against him and swallow up more of your sounds, Cooper easily flipped you around so that you were now lying flat on your back and he was hovering over your prone form. Both tingling excitement and nauseating nerves pulled groans from your lips as he moved to pressing harsh kisses and nips to the column of your neck, licking up red spots that would surely bruise come morning time. He shucked off his duster and abandoned it somewhere behind him, at the same time, by some skill you had no idea anyone possessed, also grasping at the zipper of your vault suit to pull it down as far as it would go.

It didn't take long for you to shimmy out of the suit, leaving you in just your underwear, the seams of which he traced with his calloused finger. It sent a chill running up your spine despite the heat prodding at your skin.

"My songbird sounds real pretty when she's singin'," Cooper muttered as he sucked a bruise into the swell of one breast over the cup of your bra. "I bet she sounds even better screamin' for me."

His hand plunged beneath the waistband of your panties and began to explore your folds, pulling a long, whining moan from your lips. He ate you and your whimpers up, devouring your lips like he wanted to eat you whole - maybe he did - while his middle finger ran up and down your cunt a few times before deftly finding your clit and applying a bit of pressure to the sensitive bud. You cried out. It had been far too long since you'd seen any real action. It didn't take long before your folds were soaked, and he was able to gingerly nudge his finger past the entrance of your pussy. It felt foreign to have another person thrusting their finger in and out of you, building you up to a kind of high you hadn't known since far before you left your vault. In less than a few minutes - something he would surely tease you about later - you felt that familiar coil snap in your stomach and you soaked his hand with a loud, throat-rattling wail that escaped your lips and flew right past his.

Cooper pulled back with a self-satisfied smirk and pulled his hand from your panties, lifting his spread hand to show you to slick you'd coated his digits with. You were only able to huff for breath and watch with hooded eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth and used his skillful tongue to lick off your cum. You briefly wondered what else that tongue of his could do, what it would feel like to have him lap up your pussy like it was the only thing to guarantee him his daily hit of medicine.

"Sweet as honey, baby," he cooed, bracing himself with one hand while the other worked on the buckle of his belt. "Well. Maybe Tennessee honey. You ever had a taste of that?" He knew you hadn't. But that didn't stop his smirk from growing in size when you numbly shook your head. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it, baby. We'll get you a lick one day. 'Til then..."

Your limbs dancing with pins and needles, you lifted your hips to help him tug off your panties. "I'll just have to settle for what I've got," you exhaled with a hazy smile.

Cooper grinned wide, a smile that bordered on the edge of dark, as he tugged down his trousers just enough for his cock to spring free. He was thick - larger than you'd expected - and his member was rough and scarred like the rest of him. It made you want to feel him all the more. "I'll promise you somethin', darlin," he said as he positioned himself at your entrance and you locked your legs around his waist, heels digging into the edge of his gun belt. "I'm better than anything else you'll taste these days." With that he slid into you, filling you at once to the brim like he just couldn't wait to feel you from the inside. A loud, sharp yelp escaped your lips as your back arched instinctively, curling yourself up into him. He only waited a few moments for you to adjust before he started moving, pulling himself out to the tip before thrusting back inside your welcoming cunt. You were able to feel each and every ridge of him, every scar, and you swore you were getting drunk from just the feeling.

"Fuckin' shit, girl," he groaned, moving to press the flat of his hand to the base of your neck so that he could keep you in place while he fucked you. "Better than I could've fuckin' dreamed."

Cooper's thrusts began to increase in speed, your moans and whimpers accompanied by his low, almost growling snarls he panted against the shell of your ear. You couldn't believe this was happening. You were being fucked by the ghoul you'd been following all these months, the ghoul you'd been watching and studying and falling hopelessly for. And it felt good. It felt so fucking good, a part of you wasn't entirely convinced this entire scenario wasn't a dream concocted by the recesses of your mind.

"God, Coop," you heard yourself moan as your nails dug crescent moons into the fabric of his shirt. "Feels so fucking good..."

"Atta girl," he muttered, moving his head down so that he could suck at the junction where your neck met your shoulder. "Such a sweet little songbird." His grip on your hips tightened as his movements increased even further. "Might just have to fuck you good every night so I can hear you sing for me."

You panted deep as you felt your second orgasm of the night approaching at an alarming rate. Your hips bucked up to meet his with each thrust, the sound of skin on skin filling the abandoned building in which you had taken shelter. "Don't have to - ah! - even ask. I'll sing for you any time, Coop."

Cooper's breaths came shorter, sharper, and it wasn't long before he came with a harsh bite against your shoulder, one that spilled blood into his awaiting mouth and pulled your own orgasm from deep within your depths. You shuddered and cried for him, tugging him close and holding him there for several minutes after your highs had faded and your breaths evened.

Finally, he pulled himself off of you. A short whine escaped you when he slipped from your heat, and he chuckled low before tossing you your panties to slip back on. When you were both covered again, you sat up and crossed your legs as you basked in the afterglow of what had just taken place. Cooper dug around in his saddlebag for a moment before producing his inhaler and drinking up a shot of his medicine, shaking his head against the sudden buzz that came with it as he sat back on his elbows and stared at the lantern light.

"I..." You struggled to find the words so desperately clawing at your chest. "I hope you don't..."

Cooper reached up and pulled your wrist out from under you, causing you to fall back on the ground beside him with an 'umph.' He let his arm cushion your fall before sweeping a few strands of hair from your face and giving you that crooked smirk which made your legs fall numb all over again. "Oh, don't you worry yourself, songbird," he said. "I ain't lettin' you fly away from me any time soon."

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