cooper-howard2296

[cooper-howard2296]

Heated breaths leaving his body. Coming out everytime his lips left hers. Though they quickly connected back to hers. His hips abusing hers. Constantly slamming into hers. Burying his manhood deep in her, repeatedly. "Oh d-dar-ling..", he grunted. Feeling as she pumps her hips into his. The way her body was so needy for his. Feeling her hands press on his back. Pulling him closer. Though he didn't put up much of a fight. Wanting to feel every inch of her against him. Her stomach soft against his rough exterior. Cooper slips his tongue into her mouth. Making every smooch more dirty.

He let his tongue find its way across her jaw. Kissing lightly against the side of her face. As his hand on her neck tightens. Hearing her beg him to go harder. It made him weak. His cock throbbing inside of her. Abusing her tight walls. Not to mention the fact she gave him permission. To finish inside of her. Cooper squeezed harder against her neck. A she stares deep into her gaze. "You n..naughty girl.." he purred in a shakey tone. Soon his thrusts became aggressive. Jabbing her hard as his precum coated her inside. Soon he felt that sensation grow. His thrusts becoming very sloppy and erratic. Thick substances began to erupt from his tip. As he shoved himself against her. Making sure he was deep. Cooper groaned loud as he hit his climax. "Oh Maeve! Oh fuck!!! Ahhh! Nn-NNGHh.." he grunted harsh. His hips lightly jerk from the incredible sensation.

✸𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘✸

@maeve063haggard

So many years...trying to survive. Survive the bullshit world. At least he was free to do as he wanted. Being that outlaw killer. All to 'pay the bills'. Well— now it was merely to keep his sanity. Since most Ghouls lost themselves within a few years. He was one of the longest surviving Ghouls around. He was good at making ends meat. Whatever he had to do, he'd do it. Bounties, small tasks, and people's dirty work. Though he had to like ya. If he had a bad sense about you. He certainly wouldn't do anything for you. He had some standards.

Though, things became a lot more simple. Once meeting Maeve. He didn't know to too much about her past. He never really pried. Getting the feel she didn't have a good one. Most people nowadays had a bad nasty past. But she supplied him his serums and he supplied her safe travels and was quite the scout. Being around so long he knew the ins and outs everywhere. Who to trust and who not to trust. Who was honest and who was fake.

It was a stormy late afternoon. Though it was getting dark already. It seemed even later due to the storm. It was best to get shelter. Cooper lead her over to an abandoned motel. Well, that's what he assumed it was. Not much was left. But seeing it was one story and the rooms looked cheap. It was the best guess he had. The sign to it was completely gone. Besides one 'N' left jammed halfway in the dirt. As the raindrops began to crash at fast rates. Cooper moved faster, placing a gentle hand against her mid-back. Making sure she got in before getting soaked. There wasn't a door to the room. So getting in wasn't bad at all. He was happy to not have to bust in. Especially, since he was a tad tuckered out.

"Damn, what a shit day. Storm crept in on us, didn't it?" He groaned.

The Ghoul removed his hat. Giving it a few shakes. To get some of the rain off. Mainly the shoulders of his jacket was soaked. Some of his skin too. He glanced over at her. As he set his bag down. "Suppose we needed to take a load off anyways." He murmured. His eyes still staring over to her. Curious on how she was holding up.

[cooper-howard2296]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy 😉

"Well, sweetheart. I always appreciate a sexually charged compliment. Thank goodness there ain't many more horses 'round. Doesn't give ya much of a choice now." ♡

[cooper-howard2296]

Clink Clink Clink Clink

A Ghoul, a Vault Dweller, and a mutt. Felt like a film. One with a mission and a cheesy villian. What answers lay in New Vegas. He just needed to know. Where his family was. Well, at least his daughter. She was the last one he truly cared about. If she was even still alive. His hat tipped forward a touch. Shielding his eyes from sand bits. That lingered in the air every so often. When a heavy wave of wind flushed by them.

Clink Clink Clink Clink

His boots making most the noise. Besides Lucy's pip boy. Well— until she clicked the radio off. The Ghoul's eyes glanced over his shoulder. Hearing her mention getting a camp set up. He stopped and let Lucy catch up with him. Though Dog was still leading the way. Happily sniffing around and wagging their tail. Which Coop found to be a nice touch to the team. Not often do you get a friendly animal to help.

"Hm?"

His eyes find the fucked up building. Which matched most other sites. Heading over to it. He sensed a tension with Lucy. He wasnt sure what it was. His lips part to say something. However, he holds off. Until they reach the cover. Inside wasn't much. Just supplied a roof over their heads. Coop set his bag down. Dog instantly ran over to lay against it. The Ghoul slightly smiled and gave the dog a pat on the back.

"This is gonna be a long trip...no matter where we go. I just hope you're up for it..—since you already ain't lookin' too lively."

Let's ride into the sunset together, Stirrup to stirrup, side by side~

[Starter for @cooper-howard2296 ]

“Yodeledehoo~ Yodelehehooo~”

The radio echoed from the pip-boy on her arm as the dust kicked up around her feet, dragging through the hot sun of the Valley. Despite the happy tunes, the newfound duo had been silent since they left the observatory. Lucy’s head was clouded with thoughts. About her father, her mother, of Moldaver. Of Shady Sands. The words echo, repeating like a broken record in her mind.

“She stopped being your mother when she left the vault.”

Her feet slow, leaving the Vault Dweller paces behind her new companion, that Ghoul. No matter what or where she went, it always seemed they were destined to walk the same path. Her eyes linger on him. How did he know her father? What did everybody else seem to know plenty about, yet she was in the dark? The radio fades, the announcer speaking about the next song as it begins.

bzzzt

Quiet. She shuts it off. Silence amongst the desert and the setting sun, coloring the duo a light orange in its light. Eyes wide, wet, tired. Her voice finally speaks- it’s first words since the duo had left the Observatory… “We should set up camp. The sun is setting… it’ll be freezing soon…”

Lucy’s hands fiddle absentmindedly with her “new” purple finger, before she seems to snap back into reality, pulling open her map and checking how far they had gone, it hadn’t been far at all. At this point- they��d be reaching New Vegas in two weeks time by foot. A sigh. “We might need to look into transportation. We’re still hundreds of miles away from where my father was headed….”

Speaking of her father… her mind swam with the ever lurking question of how this ghoul knew her father. How he knew Moldaver. Just how long had her father truly been around? She looks to him once more, wiping her eyes and attempting to look focused- and brave.

“There’s a building over there. We should convene, and maybe look for a settlement. Maybe they’ll know a faster way of getting there…”

[cooper-howard2296]

Cooper was weak by her noises. He wasn't sure how much he could take. She was such a sweet little thing. He let go of her breast. Grabbing back at the mattress. His teeth bare together as she claws him. Though pain was seeping through his senses. It felt good to make her claw him like that. How she wriggled under him. Like she couldn't take all that lovely pleasure. It was his big obsession. He loved it. He loved making her feel this good. Coop chuckled breathlessly at her words. Reaching up to grab her chin. Making her face him. His yes locked on hers.

"Don't be lookin away from me baby... keep those eyes on me, darlin'. I love havin' your attention..nnnh..mmm...makes me feel good." He purred softly. As he continued to thrust his hips. Pumping her hard with his hips. Coop began pressing soft gentle kisses against her lips. "I'm gonna cum soon." He mumbled between soft kisses. His hand soon slipping to her neck once more. "Want me to fill you u..nnn..up baby?" He asked in a heated fashion. His thrusting not letting up. He continued to ravish her.

✸𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘✸

@maeve063haggard

So many years...trying to survive. Survive the bullshit world. At least he was free to do as he wanted. Being that outlaw killer. All to 'pay the bills'. Well— now it was merely to keep his sanity. Since most Ghouls lost themselves within a few years. He was one of the longest surviving Ghouls around. He was good at making ends meat. Whatever he had to do, he'd do it. Bounties, small tasks, and people's dirty work. Though he had to like ya. If he had a bad sense about you. He certainly wouldn't do anything for you. He had some standards.

Though, things became a lot more simple. Once meeting Maeve. He didn't know to too much about her past. He never really pried. Getting the feel she didn't have a good one. Most people nowadays had a bad nasty past. But she supplied him his serums and he supplied her safe travels and was quite the scout. Being around so long he knew the ins and outs everywhere. Who to trust and who not to trust. Who was honest and who was fake.

It was a stormy late afternoon. Though it was getting dark already. It seemed even later due to the storm. It was best to get shelter. Cooper lead her over to an abandoned motel. Well, that's what he assumed it was. Not much was left. But seeing it was one story and the rooms looked cheap. It was the best guess he had. The sign to it was completely gone. Besides one 'N' left jammed halfway in the dirt. As the raindrops began to crash at fast rates. Cooper moved faster, placing a gentle hand against her mid-back. Making sure she got in before getting soaked. There wasn't a door to the room. So getting in wasn't bad at all. He was happy to not have to bust in. Especially, since he was a tad tuckered out.

"Damn, what a shit day. Storm crept in on us, didn't it?" He groaned.

The Ghoul removed his hat. Giving it a few shakes. To get some of the rain off. Mainly the shoulders of his jacket was soaked. Some of his skin too. He glanced over at her. As he set his bag down. "Suppose we needed to take a load off anyways." He murmured. His eyes still staring over to her. Curious on how she was holding up.

[cooper-howard2296]

When her legs wrapped around him. It made him more heated, if that was possible. Cooper weakly kissed her back. As he groaned sharply from her tight wall squeezing his girth. Then when she gave him one rough pump. Showing she could take it. Pressing his body more against hers. As he began moving his hips. His pace quickly picked up. "Nnn..fuck." His voice a twinge deeper. His hips digging deep into hers.

Cooper pulled his lips away from her. Wanting to see her face. "Ya like that? Hm?" He thrusts harder, their skin hitting hard together. Making lewd smacking sound that played along with the rain. His member throbbing more at each pump. His fingers digging into the mattress. Her wetness made it easier to go faster. Cooper moved back down to kiss her more. His kisses a lot more sloppy this time. "Fuck! You f..feel so damn good, baby." He mumbled between those heavy wet kisses. Moving one hand to her body. He slipped it under her sports bra. Caressing her breast. She was so soft. It felt good against his rough skin. He never wanted this to end. To play with her body. Keep making her moan like this.

The ghoul's thumb toyed with her nipple. Stroking it as he slowed his thrusts. But every time he moved his hips forward. He did so very hard and aggressive. Forcing her body to bounce. His tip jamming up into her cervix. "How long have you wanted me?" He asked with a playful smirk. Feeling the need to toy with her as he fucked her.

✸𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘✸

@maeve063haggard

So many years...trying to survive. Survive the bullshit world. At least he was free to do as he wanted. Being that outlaw killer. All to 'pay the bills'. Well— now it was merely to keep his sanity. Since most Ghouls lost themselves within a few years. He was one of the longest surviving Ghouls around. He was good at making ends meat. Whatever he had to do, he'd do it. Bounties, small tasks, and people's dirty work. Though he had to like ya. If he had a bad sense about you. He certainly wouldn't do anything for you. He had some standards.

Though, things became a lot more simple. Once meeting Maeve. He didn't know to too much about her past. He never really pried. Getting the feel she didn't have a good one. Most people nowadays had a bad nasty past. But she supplied him his serums and he supplied her safe travels and was quite the scout. Being around so long he knew the ins and outs everywhere. Who to trust and who not to trust. Who was honest and who was fake.

It was a stormy late afternoon. Though it was getting dark already. It seemed even later due to the storm. It was best to get shelter. Cooper lead her over to an abandoned motel. Well, that's what he assumed it was. Not much was left. But seeing it was one story and the rooms looked cheap. It was the best guess he had. The sign to it was completely gone. Besides one 'N' left jammed halfway in the dirt. As the raindrops began to crash at fast rates. Cooper moved faster, placing a gentle hand against her mid-back. Making sure she got in before getting soaked. There wasn't a door to the room. So getting in wasn't bad at all. He was happy to not have to bust in. Especially, since he was a tad tuckered out.

"Damn, what a shit day. Storm crept in on us, didn't it?" He groaned.

The Ghoul removed his hat. Giving it a few shakes. To get some of the rain off. Mainly the shoulders of his jacket was soaked. Some of his skin too. He glanced over at her. As he set his bag down. "Suppose we needed to take a load off anyways." He murmured. His eyes still staring over to her. Curious on how she was holding up.

[cooper-howard2296]

Cooper bit his lip harder. Enjoying that slick warm wetness from her. The thought of his shaft covered in it. That thought made it throb more. "Damn..so wet." He mumbled to himself. His brow muscles slightly raise as she rolls her hips. He stops moving his fingers. Watching her do the work. The way her body moved was very seducing to him. He hummed as he let her body do what it needed to do. "You poor horny thing.." he teased. Slowly pulling his hand away. "You need a good dickin', love. I certainly need some good lovin'.." he pushed her legs open some more. Getting better between them. Swiping some of her juices, though his hand was already a bit wet from her.

Using it to coat some on his hard on. Wanting to make sure he could get it in easily. Grabbing the base of his cock. Pressing his tip up against her clit. Letting it slid down her wet slick folds. His other hand planted firmly on one of her thighs. Making sure her legs stayed opened. "I'm gonna have fun brandin' you as my own.." he smirked at her. Soon his tip found her entrance. Once he felt it he began to let it sink inside of her. His lips parting as he lets out a silent sigh of pleasure.

"Fuck...oh Maeve...you need to be lo-loosened up..sweetness." His hips pressing forward. Until his pelvis met hers and his cock was sank as far as he could go. He moved further over her. His hands planted against the mattress. Between her sides and under her arms. "You sure you can handle what I'm 'bout to do to your tight Lil nook.?" He asked in a hushed tone. Moving in to peck her lips softly. To give her some sweet intimacy.

✸𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘✸

@maeve063haggard

So many years...trying to survive. Survive the bullshit world. At least he was free to do as he wanted. Being that outlaw killer. All to 'pay the bills'. Well— now it was merely to keep his sanity. Since most Ghouls lost themselves within a few years. He was one of the longest surviving Ghouls around. He was good at making ends meat. Whatever he had to do, he'd do it. Bounties, small tasks, and people's dirty work. Though he had to like ya. If he had a bad sense about you. He certainly wouldn't do anything for you. He had some standards.

Though, things became a lot more simple. Once meeting Maeve. He didn't know to too much about her past. He never really pried. Getting the feel she didn't have a good one. Most people nowadays had a bad nasty past. But she supplied him his serums and he supplied her safe travels and was quite the scout. Being around so long he knew the ins and outs everywhere. Who to trust and who not to trust. Who was honest and who was fake.

It was a stormy late afternoon. Though it was getting dark already. It seemed even later due to the storm. It was best to get shelter. Cooper lead her over to an abandoned motel. Well, that's what he assumed it was. Not much was left. But seeing it was one story and the rooms looked cheap. It was the best guess he had. The sign to it was completely gone. Besides one 'N' left jammed halfway in the dirt. As the raindrops began to crash at fast rates. Cooper moved faster, placing a gentle hand against her mid-back. Making sure she got in before getting soaked. There wasn't a door to the room. So getting in wasn't bad at all. He was happy to not have to bust in. Especially, since he was a tad tuckered out.

"Damn, what a shit day. Storm crept in on us, didn't it?" He groaned.

The Ghoul removed his hat. Giving it a few shakes. To get some of the rain off. Mainly the shoulders of his jacket was soaked. Some of his skin too. He glanced over at her. As he set his bag down. "Suppose we needed to take a load off anyways." He murmured. His eyes still staring over to her. Curious on how she was holding up.

[cooper-howard2296]

Cooper really liked the way she looked at him. She practically drank him up. He smirked softly at her reply. "Such a tough cookie. Aren't I lucky?" He gave her pillow-y thighs a heavy squeeze. Feeling his nether regions throb with need. His body so eager for her. To be buried deep inside. Her own scars didn't bother him. To be perfectly honest, it was kind of a turn on. He could see it in her face. She was nervous about him removing what little clothes she had left. "Oh stop that worryin' baby. You don't have to worry 'bout a thing." His hands finding their way to the sides of her underwear. Slowly, very slowly, pulling them off. Cooper sank close to her body. His devil-ish eyes piercing hers. He kisses at her stomach. Before his tongue hit her skin. His slipper tongue tracing up her scar. Even licking up against the cloth of her bra. As he got her underwear off.

As he pulled his mouth away. A string of drool snapping away. Tossing her boy shorts aside. "Let's make sure you're wet 'nough for me... though surely you're a little wet by now, sugar." He playfully winked at her. One hand pressed against the mattress. So he could comfortably lean over her. He licks the pads of his fingers of his free hand. Reaching down and swiping them against her core. His fingertips found her clit. Soon massaging the little bud of nerves. All while looking her in the eyes.

"If you really think you can handle it, darlin'. It may hurt if I take off your sports bra. A whole lotta bouncin' may happen." He chuckled softly. Lightly biting his bottom lip. As he enjoyed rubbing her sensitive bits. How warm and soft it was down there. It was making him ache bad for it. She was gonna make him lose his mind.

✸𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘✸

@maeve063haggard

So many years...trying to survive. Survive the bullshit world. At least he was free to do as he wanted. Being that outlaw killer. All to 'pay the bills'. Well— now it was merely to keep his sanity. Since most Ghouls lost themselves within a few years. He was one of the longest surviving Ghouls around. He was good at making ends meat. Whatever he had to do, he'd do it. Bounties, small tasks, and people's dirty work. Though he had to like ya. If he had a bad sense about you. He certainly wouldn't do anything for you. He had some standards.

Though, things became a lot more simple. Once meeting Maeve. He didn't know to too much about her past. He never really pried. Getting the feel she didn't have a good one. Most people nowadays had a bad nasty past. But she supplied him his serums and he supplied her safe travels and was quite the scout. Being around so long he knew the ins and outs everywhere. Who to trust and who not to trust. Who was honest and who was fake.

It was a stormy late afternoon. Though it was getting dark already. It seemed even later due to the storm. It was best to get shelter. Cooper lead her over to an abandoned motel. Well, that's what he assumed it was. Not much was left. But seeing it was one story and the rooms looked cheap. It was the best guess he had. The sign to it was completely gone. Besides one 'N' left jammed halfway in the dirt. As the raindrops began to crash at fast rates. Cooper moved faster, placing a gentle hand against her mid-back. Making sure she got in before getting soaked. There wasn't a door to the room. So getting in wasn't bad at all. He was happy to not have to bust in. Especially, since he was a tad tuckered out.

"Damn, what a shit day. Storm crept in on us, didn't it?" He groaned.

The Ghoul removed his hat. Giving it a few shakes. To get some of the rain off. Mainly the shoulders of his jacket was soaked. Some of his skin too. He glanced over at her. As he set his bag down. "Suppose we needed to take a load off anyways." He murmured. His eyes still staring over to her. Curious on how she was holding up.

[cooper-howard2296]

Feeling how heated her kisses became. It was intoxicating. Cooper watched as she began to remove her clothes. He pulled back to give her space to do so. Though he still kept near to her. Not wanting to leave her be too far. His eyes continued to watch as she undressed. Hearing her filthy whines. Wanting him so badly. Coop discarded some of the clothes she removed. As he watched her lay there for him. It was like there was this tension. A tension that was bound to explode eventually. Apparently, tonight was the night. "Oh sweet honey.." he mumbled to her. His words weighing heavy with sexual need. He reaches forth with his roughly padded hands. They grope her thick thighs. Slowly slipping up her sides. Before he did anything else. He notice her reaching and unbuttoning his vest. Glancing down at her action. He was blessed with another whine of hers. One wishing for his clothes to be off.

He moved his hand on top of one of hers. "No need to struggle, baby. I can take them off." He leaned forward. Kissing her forehead gently. Before sitting back up on his knees. Still sitting between her legs. His fingers unloop the buttons. His gaze still connected to her irises. "I take it this is new to you too." He soon pulled off his vest. Getting his undershirt unbuttoned now. "That okay, sweetheart. I can be gentle. It still may hurt..just at first." His voice like silk. Explaining to her what was to come. Not wanting her to be too surprised by any of the new sensations.

His shirt hit the floor next to their mattress. His torso left bare. Matching the rest of his physic. All wrinkled and full of scars. Moving into a better position to remove his boots. "Forgive me if I'm rusty." He attempted to make a light joke. Just to comfort her. As he got his pants off. All his clothes around where his shirt landed. Cooper was complete exposed to her now. He just hoped she still approved of him. "Can I see the rest of you? Or do you want to wait a little?" He began to caress her thighs once more.

✸𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘✸

@maeve063haggard

So many years...trying to survive. Survive the bullshit world. At least he was free to do as he wanted. Being that outlaw killer. All to 'pay the bills'. Well— now it was merely to keep his sanity. Since most Ghouls lost themselves within a few years. He was one of the longest surviving Ghouls around. He was good at making ends meat. Whatever he had to do, he'd do it. Bounties, small tasks, and people's dirty work. Though he had to like ya. If he had a bad sense about you. He certainly wouldn't do anything for you. He had some standards.

Though, things became a lot more simple. Once meeting Maeve. He didn't know to too much about her past. He never really pried. Getting the feel she didn't have a good one. Most people nowadays had a bad nasty past. But she supplied him his serums and he supplied her safe travels and was quite the scout. Being around so long he knew the ins and outs everywhere. Who to trust and who not to trust. Who was honest and who was fake.

It was a stormy late afternoon. Though it was getting dark already. It seemed even later due to the storm. It was best to get shelter. Cooper lead her over to an abandoned motel. Well, that's what he assumed it was. Not much was left. But seeing it was one story and the rooms looked cheap. It was the best guess he had. The sign to it was completely gone. Besides one 'N' left jammed halfway in the dirt. As the raindrops began to crash at fast rates. Cooper moved faster, placing a gentle hand against her mid-back. Making sure she got in before getting soaked. There wasn't a door to the room. So getting in wasn't bad at all. He was happy to not have to bust in. Especially, since he was a tad tuckered out.

"Damn, what a shit day. Storm crept in on us, didn't it?" He groaned.

The Ghoul removed his hat. Giving it a few shakes. To get some of the rain off. Mainly the shoulders of his jacket was soaked. Some of his skin too. He glanced over at her. As he set his bag down. "Suppose we needed to take a load off anyways." He murmured. His eyes still staring over to her. Curious on how she was holding up.

[cooper-howard2296]

Her words made it more arousing. He never thought he would be able to get it up. But he felt it. That heat in his gut and the hard on he was growing. He felt human again. At least for this moment. To be kissing and heavy touching on a gal he fancied. Cooper chuckled lightly at her words. "Oh baby...awe. No need to whine. Though I do like hearin' it, Maeve. I really like it." He said moments before he felt her hips begin to roll. His senses going bezerk. Enjoying every second of her body. He too was craving more of her. He wanted to make sweet love to Maeve. Make her experience it all. How it once was in the world.

Before he could utter another word. He felt her pull him back in. Cooper instantly kissed her back. His body craving her more and more. He shifted himself between her legs. Pressing himself more against her. He felt her tongue slip into his mouth. It was all so juvenile. But he loved it. He groaned deeply accepting her dominance in the kiss. Cocking his head to the side. His tongue dancing along with hers. As he groans deeply. "Dir..ty.. mmnn nnn.. girl.." he muffled into the kisses.

He moved a bit that parted their bodies. As he reaches between the two. "Babym...mmmhhh..nnn..." His words faded. As he continued their wet kisses. As he reaches his belt buckle. Soon undoing it in a clumsy fashion. Due to not looking at what was going on. Soon he finds the strength to break the kiss. "Oh...sweetheart. oh baby. Babygirl..." he smirks deeply. "I want to be inside of you...so badly" He announces in a subtle begging manner. "I wanna make love to you baby. Make you scream my name.. while I pound away at ya.. into this mattress." All of his dirty needs slipping out of his lips. He couldn't help it. He was needy for her.

✸𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘✸

@maeve063haggard

So many years...trying to survive. Survive the bullshit world. At least he was free to do as he wanted. Being that outlaw killer. All to 'pay the bills'. Well— now it was merely to keep his sanity. Since most Ghouls lost themselves within a few years. He was one of the longest surviving Ghouls around. He was good at making ends meat. Whatever he had to do, he'd do it. Bounties, small tasks, and people's dirty work. Though he had to like ya. If he had a bad sense about you. He certainly wouldn't do anything for you. He had some standards.

Though, things became a lot more simple. Once meeting Maeve. He didn't know to too much about her past. He never really pried. Getting the feel she didn't have a good one. Most people nowadays had a bad nasty past. But she supplied him his serums and he supplied her safe travels and was quite the scout. Being around so long he knew the ins and outs everywhere. Who to trust and who not to trust. Who was honest and who was fake.

It was a stormy late afternoon. Though it was getting dark already. It seemed even later due to the storm. It was best to get shelter. Cooper lead her over to an abandoned motel. Well, that's what he assumed it was. Not much was left. But seeing it was one story and the rooms looked cheap. It was the best guess he had. The sign to it was completely gone. Besides one 'N' left jammed halfway in the dirt. As the raindrops began to crash at fast rates. Cooper moved faster, placing a gentle hand against her mid-back. Making sure she got in before getting soaked. There wasn't a door to the room. So getting in wasn't bad at all. He was happy to not have to bust in. Especially, since he was a tad tuckered out.

"Damn, what a shit day. Storm crept in on us, didn't it?" He groaned.

The Ghoul removed his hat. Giving it a few shakes. To get some of the rain off. Mainly the shoulders of his jacket was soaked. Some of his skin too. He glanced over at her. As he set his bag down. "Suppose we needed to take a load off anyways." He murmured. His eyes still staring over to her. Curious on how she was holding up.

[cooper-howard2296]

"Mmmnnh..it did. It felt so good. You're a natural, baby." He reassured. Wanting to give her some confidence. Even though it was semi sweet how shy she became. Whenever he decided to tease her a bit. Cooper continued pressing kisses against her neck. Keeping his leg up in-between hers. Enjoying the response she gifted him. Feeling how her body arched up against his. It was intoxicating. To have such a woman all to himself. He wanted to be greedy and also spoil her.

He heard her mix of emotions. Though he was glad she was enjoying this. If she said no, he would obey. He would never force her to do anything she didn't want. Cooper pulled away from her neck. "..heh...oh darlin'." He moved his hands to cup her face. Making his eye contact all the more intimate. Her touch didn't help. It made him all the more needy. "Listen..baby. I can make ya see so so many stars.." he pressed his knee up. Somewhat rolling his leg up against her. To get some of that good friction going. The kind people went crazy for.

He continued this as he kept his eyes locked on hers. "Do you know what it means.. to see stars?" He asked with a subtle shakey sigh followed behind. He leans in to kiss her some more. Kissing at the side of her mouth. To give her access to talk. Though his kisses a bit more sloppy and erotic. He felt more dirty than usual. As he was practically dry humping her at this point. Though he wasn't being rough with her. He wanted her approval. That was important to him.

✸𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘✸

@maeve063haggard

So many years...trying to survive. Survive the bullshit world. At least he was free to do as he wanted. Being that outlaw killer. All to 'pay the bills'. Well— now it was merely to keep his sanity. Since most Ghouls lost themselves within a few years. He was one of the longest surviving Ghouls around. He was good at making ends meat. Whatever he had to do, he'd do it. Bounties, small tasks, and people's dirty work. Though he had to like ya. If he had a bad sense about you. He certainly wouldn't do anything for you. He had some standards.

Though, things became a lot more simple. Once meeting Maeve. He didn't know to too much about her past. He never really pried. Getting the feel she didn't have a good one. Most people nowadays had a bad nasty past. But she supplied him his serums and he supplied her safe travels and was quite the scout. Being around so long he knew the ins and outs everywhere. Who to trust and who not to trust. Who was honest and who was fake.

It was a stormy late afternoon. Though it was getting dark already. It seemed even later due to the storm. It was best to get shelter. Cooper lead her over to an abandoned motel. Well, that's what he assumed it was. Not much was left. But seeing it was one story and the rooms looked cheap. It was the best guess he had. The sign to it was completely gone. Besides one 'N' left jammed halfway in the dirt. As the raindrops began to crash at fast rates. Cooper moved faster, placing a gentle hand against her mid-back. Making sure she got in before getting soaked. There wasn't a door to the room. So getting in wasn't bad at all. He was happy to not have to bust in. Especially, since he was a tad tuckered out.

"Damn, what a shit day. Storm crept in on us, didn't it?" He groaned.

The Ghoul removed his hat. Giving it a few shakes. To get some of the rain off. Mainly the shoulders of his jacket was soaked. Some of his skin too. He glanced over at her. As he set his bag down. "Suppose we needed to take a load off anyways." He murmured. His eyes still staring over to her. Curious on how she was holding up.

[cooper-howard2296]

Hearing those soft whimpers. All from a simple kiss. He couldn't deny. It was a heavenly sound for sure. Cooper wanted to hear more. Wanted to give her all the experiences she wanted. But he wouldnt push her. He would take it slow if she wanted. Though the sounds and her saying his name. It gave him all sorts of sensations. Ones he never thought he would feel again. Especially when he became a Ghoul.

The way she pulled him closer. How she used his vest to do so. His eyes so delicately shut whilst enjoying the lovely exchange of kisses. He soon let go of her neck. As she licked his bottom lip. Lightly he pulled back. But didn't pull away too much. His eyes locked on hers. "My, My.. Maeve. You know more than I'd expect. Licking my lip with that soft tongue of yours." He teased. Soon clicking his tongue three times. "Thats some behavior most would find naughty. But I think I am enjoyin' it." Making sure she knew she was doing it right. So she didn't feel nervous or worried.

Cooper kept his eyes locked with hers. As he moved one of his legs. He pressed his knee up in-between her legs. "How far do you wanna take this, sweetness?" He asked curiously. Leaning back in to kiss at her jaw. Kissing slowly down against her neck. His kisses surprisingly gentle. Trying to be good to her. Afraid of hurting her.

✸𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘✸

@maeve063haggard

So many years...trying to survive. Survive the bullshit world. At least he was free to do as he wanted. Being that outlaw killer. All to 'pay the bills'. Well— now it was merely to keep his sanity. Since most Ghouls lost themselves within a few years. He was one of the longest surviving Ghouls around. He was good at making ends meat. Whatever he had to do, he'd do it. Bounties, small tasks, and people's dirty work. Though he had to like ya. If he had a bad sense about you. He certainly wouldn't do anything for you. He had some standards.

Though, things became a lot more simple. Once meeting Maeve. He didn't know to too much about her past. He never really pried. Getting the feel she didn't have a good one. Most people nowadays had a bad nasty past. But she supplied him his serums and he supplied her safe travels and was quite the scout. Being around so long he knew the ins and outs everywhere. Who to trust and who not to trust. Who was honest and who was fake.

It was a stormy late afternoon. Though it was getting dark already. It seemed even later due to the storm. It was best to get shelter. Cooper lead her over to an abandoned motel. Well, that's what he assumed it was. Not much was left. But seeing it was one story and the rooms looked cheap. It was the best guess he had. The sign to it was completely gone. Besides one 'N' left jammed halfway in the dirt. As the raindrops began to crash at fast rates. Cooper moved faster, placing a gentle hand against her mid-back. Making sure she got in before getting soaked. There wasn't a door to the room. So getting in wasn't bad at all. He was happy to not have to bust in. Especially, since he was a tad tuckered out.

"Damn, what a shit day. Storm crept in on us, didn't it?" He groaned.

The Ghoul removed his hat. Giving it a few shakes. To get some of the rain off. Mainly the shoulders of his jacket was soaked. Some of his skin too. He glanced over at her. As he set his bag down. "Suppose we needed to take a load off anyways." He murmured. His eyes still staring over to her. Curious on how she was holding up.

[cooper-howard2296]

Cooper tried not to laugh. As she seen how disapproving she was. When he let go of her hand. Though he figured she would be fine. Especially with how he was touchin on her now. The way she moved against his touch. It was electrical. He felt a sense of warmth in his chest. One he hadn't felt in a very long time. "..Maeve..." he uttered out. Needing to say it due to the moment. His gaze softened as well as his disposition. He let out a light breath of air. As she places her hand against his chest.

"Oh sweetheart, that's awful kind of you. " He whispered to her. Since they were quite close to one another. His hand slides down to the side of her neck. Her skin so soft and warm to the touch. He gave her a particular look. A twinkle of lust in his eyes. "Mm? A kiss?" Slowly a smirk grows across his face. Her question so gentle and shy. He thought it was kind of sweet. He moved in a touch more. "I want to kiss you too." He tilted his head to the side. Pressing a deep kiss against her lips. One lead to another. Her lips were so plump and lush.

Cooper's hand carefully wraps around her neck. Not squeezing much, he didn't want to hurt her. But it did feel arousing to hold onto it. As he was locking lips with her. "Mm.. baby. You're such a dream, y'know that?" He stated between kisses. As they grew a tad more heavy. His other hand kept himself balanced. As he was leaned pretty far over her now.

✸𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘✸

@maeve063haggard

So many years...trying to survive. Survive the bullshit world. At least he was free to do as he wanted. Being that outlaw killer. All to 'pay the bills'. Well— now it was merely to keep his sanity. Since most Ghouls lost themselves within a few years. He was one of the longest surviving Ghouls around. He was good at making ends meat. Whatever he had to do, he'd do it. Bounties, small tasks, and people's dirty work. Though he had to like ya. If he had a bad sense about you. He certainly wouldn't do anything for you. He had some standards.

Though, things became a lot more simple. Once meeting Maeve. He didn't know to too much about her past. He never really pried. Getting the feel she didn't have a good one. Most people nowadays had a bad nasty past. But she supplied him his serums and he supplied her safe travels and was quite the scout. Being around so long he knew the ins and outs everywhere. Who to trust and who not to trust. Who was honest and who was fake.

It was a stormy late afternoon. Though it was getting dark already. It seemed even later due to the storm. It was best to get shelter. Cooper lead her over to an abandoned motel. Well, that's what he assumed it was. Not much was left. But seeing it was one story and the rooms looked cheap. It was the best guess he had. The sign to it was completely gone. Besides one 'N' left jammed halfway in the dirt. As the raindrops began to crash at fast rates. Cooper moved faster, placing a gentle hand against her mid-back. Making sure she got in before getting soaked. There wasn't a door to the room. So getting in wasn't bad at all. He was happy to not have to bust in. Especially, since he was a tad tuckered out.

"Damn, what a shit day. Storm crept in on us, didn't it?" He groaned.

The Ghoul removed his hat. Giving it a few shakes. To get some of the rain off. Mainly the shoulders of his jacket was soaked. Some of his skin too. He glanced over at her. As he set his bag down. "Suppose we needed to take a load off anyways." He murmured. His eyes still staring over to her. Curious on how she was holding up.

[cooper-howard2296]

Lucy MacLean & Cooper Howard/The Ghoul

An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet regardless of time, place or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break.

[cooper-howard2296]

He was addicted to her responses. Finding them interesting to witness. Listening to the rain hit against their shelter. It was a nice moment. A moment he didn't have to have his guard up. It put him at ease. As she turned to him. He instinctually moves a little closer to her. Glancing down at their held hands. Feeling how she traced shapes against his textured skin. It was nice. Made him feel a sense of normalcy.

Listening to her mention how foreign it all wad. He didn't really think about it. But she must of been alone for so long. Just being experimented on. Not getting to interact with anyone. No one to trust or rely on. It must of been tough. Though it was nice to know she was enjoying this time. He let go of her hand slowly. But only so he could reach up and brush some of her hair back. Cooper slightly leaned over her. His hand staying planted on the side of her face.

"Its okay, darlin'. Those bad times are over." He reassured her. His digits buried between locks of her hair. "I want to be the one you trust and depend on. I sure as hell feel that way towards you." He caressed her cheek gently. "Sorry I couldn't be a smooth skin." He joked playfully. Though she did make him feel confident. For being a ghoul.

✸𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘✸

@maeve063haggard

So many years...trying to survive. Survive the bullshit world. At least he was free to do as he wanted. Being that outlaw killer. All to 'pay the bills'. Well— now it was merely to keep his sanity. Since most Ghouls lost themselves within a few years. He was one of the longest surviving Ghouls around. He was good at making ends meat. Whatever he had to do, he'd do it. Bounties, small tasks, and people's dirty work. Though he had to like ya. If he had a bad sense about you. He certainly wouldn't do anything for you. He had some standards.

Though, things became a lot more simple. Once meeting Maeve. He didn't know to too much about her past. He never really pried. Getting the feel she didn't have a good one. Most people nowadays had a bad nasty past. But she supplied him his serums and he supplied her safe travels and was quite the scout. Being around so long he knew the ins and outs everywhere. Who to trust and who not to trust. Who was honest and who was fake.

It was a stormy late afternoon. Though it was getting dark already. It seemed even later due to the storm. It was best to get shelter. Cooper lead her over to an abandoned motel. Well, that's what he assumed it was. Not much was left. But seeing it was one story and the rooms looked cheap. It was the best guess he had. The sign to it was completely gone. Besides one 'N' left jammed halfway in the dirt. As the raindrops began to crash at fast rates. Cooper moved faster, placing a gentle hand against her mid-back. Making sure she got in before getting soaked. There wasn't a door to the room. So getting in wasn't bad at all. He was happy to not have to bust in. Especially, since he was a tad tuckered out.

"Damn, what a shit day. Storm crept in on us, didn't it?" He groaned.

The Ghoul removed his hat. Giving it a few shakes. To get some of the rain off. Mainly the shoulders of his jacket was soaked. Some of his skin too. He glanced over at her. As he set his bag down. "Suppose we needed to take a load off anyways." He murmured. His eyes still staring over to her. Curious on how she was holding up.

[cooper-howard2296]

Cooper was pleased she let him hold her hand. He was a touch worried she may feel indifferent. Feeling he was crossing a boundary. Traveling with someone for awhile. He can't help but grow close. He has gone from one place to another with people in the past. But never this long. Not with someone like Maeve. They were something else. Which sounds super cliché. However, there was a connection. Was it spiritual? Or did it stem from their likeness. Either way he was entranced by it. Liking this sort of attention. He hadn't been treated like this in a long time. Most people disgusted by him being a Ghoul. Or due to his line of work.

Feeling her squeeze his hand. It made him melt. To be wanted and desired. It made him like her even more. He ended up laying on his side. So all he could look at was her. Still, he held onto her hand. When she said his name. Wow. It made him feel a certain way. He couldn't put his finger on it. But it was magical. A feeling he hadn't experienced in over 200 years.

He subtly bit his bottom lip. "Yeah? Sounds pretty good comin' from you." He teased her. His eyes scanning over her expressions. "Are you okay? Restin'..in the same bed together? I'm not complainin'.. I like layin with someone out of the rain." He continued to flirt. Trying to use that old charm of his.

✸𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘✸

@maeve063haggard

So many years...trying to survive. Survive the bullshit world. At least he was free to do as he wanted. Being that outlaw killer. All to 'pay the bills'. Well— now it was merely to keep his sanity. Since most Ghouls lost themselves within a few years. He was one of the longest surviving Ghouls around. He was good at making ends meat. Whatever he had to do, he'd do it. Bounties, small tasks, and people's dirty work. Though he had to like ya. If he had a bad sense about you. He certainly wouldn't do anything for you. He had some standards.

Though, things became a lot more simple. Once meeting Maeve. He didn't know to too much about her past. He never really pried. Getting the feel she didn't have a good one. Most people nowadays had a bad nasty past. But she supplied him his serums and he supplied her safe travels and was quite the scout. Being around so long he knew the ins and outs everywhere. Who to trust and who not to trust. Who was honest and who was fake.

It was a stormy late afternoon. Though it was getting dark already. It seemed even later due to the storm. It was best to get shelter. Cooper lead her over to an abandoned motel. Well, that's what he assumed it was. Not much was left. But seeing it was one story and the rooms looked cheap. It was the best guess he had. The sign to it was completely gone. Besides one 'N' left jammed halfway in the dirt. As the raindrops began to crash at fast rates. Cooper moved faster, placing a gentle hand against her mid-back. Making sure she got in before getting soaked. There wasn't a door to the room. So getting in wasn't bad at all. He was happy to not have to bust in. Especially, since he was a tad tuckered out.

"Damn, what a shit day. Storm crept in on us, didn't it?" He groaned.

The Ghoul removed his hat. Giving it a few shakes. To get some of the rain off. Mainly the shoulders of his jacket was soaked. Some of his skin too. He glanced over at her. As he set his bag down. "Suppose we needed to take a load off anyways." He murmured. His eyes still staring over to her. Curious on how she was holding up.

[cooper-howard2296]

Cooper smiled lightly at her comment. "Wow, some people would think other wise. That I'd be lucky to be dead. Just a bag of bones..forgotten. Doesn't sound too bad once I say it out loud..heh..hehe.." His words slowly trail off. He did notice her rosey cheeks. The pigment fits her well. Though judging by her disposition. He didn't want to cause any discomfort to her. But he would admire it silently.

He cocked his brow muscle as she quickly listed off the things she felt wasn't pretty. "..'scuse me? I know my ears are damaged. But I don't think they are that bad." His body slightly more towards her. To get a bit more personal when he talks. "Your hair looks fine, just be happy to have some." He gestured to his head. Then scoffed as he snickered. "Scars? Baby, I take the cake in that department. Besides.. You're still suckin' air. Those scars just shows you're a survivor..a person that don't quit. As for your body. I'll try not to be crude.. but I believe all women are beautiful. Not to sound soft or whatever the fuck. I just think you look good with the weight you have. And what if you turn mean lookin'? That's just badass." He shrugs.

As she moves her hand up next to his. Of course he seen the results of the experimentation. Still, it didn't really bother him. The Ghoul gently takes her hand into his grip. Interlocking his fingers with hers. A few moments of silence past. Before he spoke up once more. "I dont usually get so personable with others. I know you get that.. but...I want you to call me Cooper. My name was Cooper Howard..before all this. You can even call me Coop if you'd prefer?"

✸𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘✸

@maeve063haggard

So many years...trying to survive. Survive the bullshit world. At least he was free to do as he wanted. Being that outlaw killer. All to 'pay the bills'. Well— now it was merely to keep his sanity. Since most Ghouls lost themselves within a few years. He was one of the longest surviving Ghouls around. He was good at making ends meat. Whatever he had to do, he'd do it. Bounties, small tasks, and people's dirty work. Though he had to like ya. If he had a bad sense about you. He certainly wouldn't do anything for you. He had some standards.

Though, things became a lot more simple. Once meeting Maeve. He didn't know to too much about her past. He never really pried. Getting the feel she didn't have a good one. Most people nowadays had a bad nasty past. But she supplied him his serums and he supplied her safe travels and was quite the scout. Being around so long he knew the ins and outs everywhere. Who to trust and who not to trust. Who was honest and who was fake.

It was a stormy late afternoon. Though it was getting dark already. It seemed even later due to the storm. It was best to get shelter. Cooper lead her over to an abandoned motel. Well, that's what he assumed it was. Not much was left. But seeing it was one story and the rooms looked cheap. It was the best guess he had. The sign to it was completely gone. Besides one 'N' left jammed halfway in the dirt. As the raindrops began to crash at fast rates. Cooper moved faster, placing a gentle hand against her mid-back. Making sure she got in before getting soaked. There wasn't a door to the room. So getting in wasn't bad at all. He was happy to not have to bust in. Especially, since he was a tad tuckered out.

"Damn, what a shit day. Storm crept in on us, didn't it?" He groaned.

The Ghoul removed his hat. Giving it a few shakes. To get some of the rain off. Mainly the shoulders of his jacket was soaked. Some of his skin too. He glanced over at her. As he set his bag down. "Suppose we needed to take a load off anyways." He murmured. His eyes still staring over to her. Curious on how she was holding up.

[cooper-howard2296]

He let out a heavy laugh. "Yeah.. unfortunately it was me. I did that shit for someone who I trusted.. but now–" His sentence cut off. As he would rather not remember that moment in his life. "But that's past.. gone." He shrugged. As if it didn't matter to him. His eyes glued to the ceiling. Which so happened to be the most well off section of the motel room. Feeling the mattress shift a bit. As she mentioned the little grinning man. He remembered those images too. He chuckled at her words. "Yeah.. unfortunately those images are still 'round, hm? I have seen a few here and there. But far and few." He turned his head to look at her.

Cooper scoffed playfully at her toying comment. "Oh do I? I feel as though you may need to invest in some glasses, sweetheart. I have a bit of a skin condition and a lack of a sniffer." He chuckled. Joking along with her. Though he was flattered by her statement. "But I will certainly take the compliment." He added. Shifting a bit to get more comfortable.

"I do say, you made it out in one piece. The world's been kind to your features. Silky hair, soft skin, swell figure." He spoke in a soft tone. Almost like a whisper. Though it wasn't as if he was trying to be secretive. Just trying to be more intimate. In his own unique way. He held out his hand. Eyeing her more. "Though we do have one characteristic that is similar. Both our hands have been busy. Doing a whole lot of heavy work." He shot her a little smile.

✸𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘✸

@maeve063haggard

So many years...trying to survive. Survive the bullshit world. At least he was free to do as he wanted. Being that outlaw killer. All to 'pay the bills'. Well— now it was merely to keep his sanity. Since most Ghouls lost themselves within a few years. He was one of the longest surviving Ghouls around. He was good at making ends meat. Whatever he had to do, he'd do it. Bounties, small tasks, and people's dirty work. Though he had to like ya. If he had a bad sense about you. He certainly wouldn't do anything for you. He had some standards.

Though, things became a lot more simple. Once meeting Maeve. He didn't know to too much about her past. He never really pried. Getting the feel she didn't have a good one. Most people nowadays had a bad nasty past. But she supplied him his serums and he supplied her safe travels and was quite the scout. Being around so long he knew the ins and outs everywhere. Who to trust and who not to trust. Who was honest and who was fake.

It was a stormy late afternoon. Though it was getting dark already. It seemed even later due to the storm. It was best to get shelter. Cooper lead her over to an abandoned motel. Well, that's what he assumed it was. Not much was left. But seeing it was one story and the rooms looked cheap. It was the best guess he had. The sign to it was completely gone. Besides one 'N' left jammed halfway in the dirt. As the raindrops began to crash at fast rates. Cooper moved faster, placing a gentle hand against her mid-back. Making sure she got in before getting soaked. There wasn't a door to the room. So getting in wasn't bad at all. He was happy to not have to bust in. Especially, since he was a tad tuckered out.

"Damn, what a shit day. Storm crept in on us, didn't it?" He groaned.

The Ghoul removed his hat. Giving it a few shakes. To get some of the rain off. Mainly the shoulders of his jacket was soaked. Some of his skin too. He glanced over at her. As he set his bag down. "Suppose we needed to take a load off anyways." He murmured. His eyes still staring over to her. Curious on how she was holding up.