#cooper howard sucks toes pass it on

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

need to know how the ghoul would feel about seeing his lil vaultie reader put on a pair of heels she found🤭 something tells me cooper had a thing for em and forgot all about them til now

See, one of the things I love most about having my ask box open is finding out over and over that y'all really do think just like me. I couldn't agree more: this man absolutely had and has a serious high heel and leg thing.

When you first discover the trunk of old clothes, he would be annoyed at you wanting to waste time playing dress-up, but coming across well-preserved pieces of old world clothing is such a rarity, and this stuff is even in your size! He would get a kick out of watching you try on different pieces of clothing, but when he sees you pull on a pair of pumps, he's hyperfixated in a way that doesn't even really register with him consciously.

Then, when you've had your fill and you're ready to put your clothes and armor back on, he waits for you to strip out of the clothes and then tells you to put the shoes back on, a glint in his eye you recognize well. Big into heels combined with nudity; it drives him nearly feral, pinning you to the floor to run his hands and mouth over every inch of your legs and ass. Feeling his tongue trace over every curve of your shin and calf is ticklish and makes you squeal and giggle, but soon you're begging for him to fuck you.

And boy, get ready to be fucked six ways to Sunday with those heels on. You express concern that you'll scratch or hurt him with the sharp bits and he feverishly tells you to shut up about it, already lifting your legs onto his shoulders. The entire time, he's groping at your legs and ass, feeling down as close to the heels as he can. When everything is said and done, the shoes, at the very least, are coming with you.

And, IN MY EXPERIENCE, men who are really, really into high heels are usually more than a little into feet (you are not allowed to hate me for saying this). The High Heel Incident would really unlock something in him about that, something that he may have been too embarrassed to admit to, or even think much about, before the war. He might find it less odd that he finds your smooth little feet so intriguing now that he is the way he is; I mean, you're so soft everywhere, so different from him. Fixating a bit on that specific part doesn't mean anything, right?

Look forward to him stealing way more little glances at your bare feet in the rare moments you'd feel comfortable enough to take your boots/shoes off, and definitely look forward to him eventually offering to massage them when you complain that they hurt from all the walking. It is not a selfless offer by any means.

Also...I'm just saying...if you wanted to rub your feet on his cock at any time...he wouldn't be mad...

[ghoulphile]

it's always the quiet ones | c.h./the ghoul

➥ pairing | pre-war cooper howard/the ghoul x f!reader ➥ word count | 700 ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; oral (m receiving), throat fucking, choking, dirty talk, bathroom sex ➥ summary | based off this ask; We can see that Cooper tends to go for good girls (like @ghoulfuckersincorporated mentioned!), but what if he ran into a seemingly innocent - or at the very least kind - person… but they dirty talk like a sinner in the sack? ➥ notes | i humbly offer this drabble to @gingersforeverbox 🙈 masterlist | feel free to send in thots, questions, requests! | feedback is always appreciated ❤️

It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it?

At least, that’s what Cooper’s mama always said (and he wouldn’t know how right she was until he found himself shoved in a swanky club bathroom, slacks tucked under his ass as the prettiest — politest — lady choked herself with his cock).

Frankly, how he got here’s a hazy blur of bourbon and cigar smoke.

Whispered conversations and coy looks. The flash of cherry red nails, and a well timed head tilt; a pretty little thing cozied against him as nameless faces passed in and out of view.

Another pointless after party (though far smaller of an event than he used to pull) where vultures circled the room, waiting for their chance to pick at his bones. LA devotee’s ready to snap up the scraps of the once great Cooper Howard.

Dog eat dog; he couldn’t stand the petty games —the mindless indulgences.

So, he’d invited you as a buffer.

An acquaintanceship that’d gone back years, having met on set of one of his earlier productions, you were always cordial and had a kind word to say about anybody. Not a mean bone in that body… or so he’d thought.

Now, he’s not so sure he knows you half as well as he thought he did.

“Fuck!”

Air hisses through his teeth, his hands hovering over the sides of your head, unsure where to grip. Your hair looks awfully pretty (like it took a long time to force into shape), he’d hate to ruin the style. But if you keep trying to suck his soul out through his cock, he might just have to sink his fingers into those delicate curls and yank.

“S-Sweetheart, what are you — oh, ssshit.”

You peer up at him from beneath the spiky fan of your lashes and hum. His hips jump and you choke, your tongue pinned as your teeth scrape along his thick shaft.

Spit drips past your swollen lips, clings to your chin in sticky strings. The lower half of your face is a mess of smeared lipstick and pre-cum.

He pants, gazing down at you with awe. “How’re you so fucking good at this?”

He’s so big, stretching your mouth to the limit. A tender ache sets behind the hinge of your jaw, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Those half-lidded eyes, dark and hungry, make it all worth it. The slack circle of his mouth, the pained furrow of his brows as he wrestles with his self control all the payment you require.

You pop off; trace along the throbbing vein with your tongue as the heavy weight of his cock slips free with a wet suction. Your thighs clench and your toes curl in your heels at the low-throated groan punched from his chest.

“Practice makes perfect, don’t you think, Mr Howard?” you press a sloppy kiss to his leaking slit, lapping up the salty beads of fluid. Your fingers roll his balls, dragging the tips of your nails along the sensitive skin to watch him shiver. “Besides, I’ve seen how you look at me.”

His eyes flick off to the side, blowing wide once he catches your reflections in the mirror. He gulps, his knuckles white beside his hips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart.”

“Please, spare me.”

You snort, roll your eyes and shoot him a catty grin. Laugh when his cock throbs at the teasing flash of your tongue.

“You’re sweet — as true a gentleman as they come — but you can’t fool me. You’ve wanted me since you met me... and I don't get my best dress dirty for just anyone.”

“...”

“Now, before you try to say otherwise, remember whose on their knees with your cock in their mouth.”

“...No. Y-You’re right but I… I shouldn’t want to.”

You wink, circle the crown of his head with a red nail. More pre-cum dribbles from the slit, sticky drops you kiss away with your tongue.

“It’s okay, Mr Howard,” you say. “I want you too. Now do us both a favor and fuck my throat until I can’t talk. Please, I want it to hurt — want you to make me cry.”

[dazed-and-confused23]

Dear Hearts and Gentle People

Summary: You don't expect to see the ghoul you fucked two weeks ago passed out in the sand close to a caravan trail. You stop and decide to help.

Pairings: The Ghoul | Cooper Howard x Female Reader

Continuation -> HERE

*this ghoul has taken me by the reins and will not let go. So I hope you enjoy some fluff and a continuation of Quickie.

Considering that your profession is that of a wondering trader, you have all sorts of goodies for sale at all times. That included the drug that all ghouls coveted, the liquid miracle that kept them from going feral. You didn't know what it was made from or how it was made, but they sold for good caps, so you kept them handy.

And it was fortunate that you did so when you find the ghoul that you'd had sex with not two weeks ago passed out on the side of the dirt trail. You cautiously approach, gun at the read in case he'd already lost himself and gone off the deep end. You nudge him with the toe of your boot.

"Hey, Uh- Cooper, right? You okay down there?" You ask, and a groan of displeasure is your answer. You sigh heavily and crouch, placing both hands on his side so that you can roll him over to his back. The ghoul blinks up at you slowly, and you wonder how long he's been here.

Cooper licks his dry lips, searching this smoothskin's face, and his lips pull up in a tired smirk when he realizes that it's you who found him. Huh. What were the odds.

"Well," He croaks, voice low and weak, "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

You huff at him and take in his disgruntled appearance, the ghoul dried out and baked in the high sun. This weak, Cooper must have been here for at least a full day. You were impressed that he was still alive.

"We should really stop meeting like this," you quip and sling you backpack around you. You shift through the pockets until you find the metal case you keep the chems you sell inside. The ghoul watches you with interest, cracked lips twisted in a pleased smirk.

"Right pocket," He gruffed out, and you understood her meant his inhaler. You fished it out and loaded the drug in, then pressed the mouthpiece to his lips before pressing down the plunger. Cooper greedily sucked it down, and a shot of energy blazed through his system, allowing the ghoul to push himself up after a moment.

You stood and stepped back to give him room, watching with interest as Cooper dusted himself off and fixed his hat back on his bald head. He clears his throat when he turns to you, a curious look in his pretty eyes.

"What do I owe you?" He asks. The ghoul isn't fond of being in debt to people, even the ones he likes.

You shrug, though a mischievous smile lingers on your lips, and you hand over two extra vials of the drug that the ghoul obviously needs. It wouldn't be that big of a hit to your profits.

"Let's just say it's on the house," you say and wink at Cooper, who laughs and closes the distance between the two of you. His hand finds your jaw, cradling it in his calloused palm.

"Then allow me to pay you for any future transactions, Darlin'," Coop rumbled and then tugged you in for a much needed kiss.

[junker-town]

5 fearless predictions for the 2018 NFL season

Is this finally the year age catches up with Tom Brady? Can the Bears make the playoffs? And who will Jerry Jones sue?

Anyone could have pegged a Patriots Super Bowl appearance in September 2017. That’s easy. Predicting they’d have to beat the Jaguars in the AFC title game to get there? Way crazier.

While some traditions remain tried and true in the NFL, each season finds a way to dump some unexpected nonsense on the sporting world and remind us why we love this game. Every season sees contenders fade and newcomers take their place atop the food chain, though rarely for long (and never if you’re the Browns).

We already made our normal predictions for the NFL’s major awards and who we think will win Super Bowl 53. Now it’s time to go big with five bold predictions for this season:

Mitchell Trubisky will push the Bears into the playoff race

I don’t think the Bears are ready for the playoffs yet — but there’s plenty to like about the team’s rebuild. While most of the focus will be on a defense led by 2016 Defensive Player of the Year Khalil Mack and a pair of top-10 NFL Draft talents (Roquan Smith, Leonard Floyd), there are enough interesting pieces on the other side of the ball to scare NFC North opponents.

New WR1 Allen Robinson missed 97 percent of the 2017 season, but he’s still a 25-year-old red zone standout who managed to notch 1,400 receiving yards with Blake Bortles shot-putting balls into his general vicinity. Fellow offseason addition Trey Burton’s biggest moment as an Eagle may have been as a passer, but he’s an athletic tight end who should shine now that he’s no longer in Zach Ertz’s shadow. Jordan Howard and Tarik Cohen may be the league’s best tailback platoon — a pairing who combined for nearly 1,400 yards despite opponents’ constantly stacking the box to shut them down.

The man tying them all together will be Trubisky, the No. 2 pick in the 2017 NFL Draft. The North Carolina alum wasn’t asked to do much last fall. He was originally meant to be brought along slowly, only to be thrust into the spotlight thanks to Mike Glennon’s continuing failure as a quarterback. The early returns weren’t great — 183 yards per game, seven touchdowns, seven interceptions — but also came with a receiving corps led by Kendall Wright, Dontrelle Inman, and Josh Bellamy.

That’s interesting, because we just saw a highly rated QB prospect make the leap after his team upgraded its receiving corps around him. Jared Goff averaged fewer yards per game, fewer yards per pass, and completed less of his passes than Trubisky did as a rookie. Then the 2016 No. 1 overall pick got targets like Sammy Watkins and Cooper Kupp to pair with a top-notch running game, leading to a breakout year two. The Bears are betting their young quarterback can follow his path to prosperity this fall and beyond — and it’s not a stretch to think it can work. — Christian D’Andrea

Jerry Jones is going to sue somebody

The Dallas Cowboys owner used to get grudging respect, the de facto commissioner who had a good read on the business of pro football and where it was going. That image was always a little overwrought, conjured up by old guys inside the columnist bubble. And it’s a stark contrast to the out-of-touch robber baron with dollar signs in his eyes sucking up to President Trump and demanding his players stand “toe on the line,” right to peaceful protest be damned.

Last year’s threat to sue the NFL and some of his fellow owners over Roger Goodell’s contract — a proxy war for the six-game suspension the league gave Cowboys running back Ezekiel Elliott — wasn’t even the first time he sued the league. He famously filed an antitrust lawsuit against the NFL so that the Cowboys could tap into their own line of merchandizing and marketing revenue more than two decades ago and won.

My personal favorite stunt he pulled was when he maaaaaaybe got Papa John Schnatter to blame player protests for sinking pizza sales.

So who’s Jerry gonna take to court, or at least threaten to, this year? My prediction is that Colin Kaepernick’s collusion case will come back to bite him, and he’ll call the lawyers in for some high-level damage control.

Last week, Kaepernick’s case got the green light to proceed into full-on arbitration hearing, which will be a lot like a court fight. Because it’s arbitration the proceedings don’t happen on the public record, but there will be leaks. And it’s hard to see Jones, who was deposed in April, coming out of this looking like he didn’t have some hand in blackballing Kaepernick. — Ryan Van Bibber

The NFL will have 10 1,000-yard rushers in 2018

There's been an influx of running back talent over the past few years as teams are spending high draft picks on them again. Todd Gurley, Melvin Gordon, Ezekiel Elliott, Leonard Fournette, Christian McCaffrey, Saquon Barkley, Rashaad Penny, and Sony Michel have all gone in the first round since 2015. Teams don't spend high picks on running backs without committing a high-volume workload to them. Even last year when Fournette and McCaffrey were struggling for their respective teams, they were still fed the ball on a routine basis.

First-round backs are essentially guaranteed to see a lot of carries, but in order for this prediction to come true, the running backs drafted after the first round are going to need to produce. Luckily, this isn't an issue for the NFL as teams have hit on plenty of later round running backs. Arizona's David Johnson had a fantastic preseason after he missed almost the entire 2017 season with a wrist injury. Devonta Freeman, Kareem Hunt, and Le'Veon Bell are running backs drafted outside of the first who are expected to run for 1,000 yards, and have in the past.

There are also some sneaky options to hit that 1,000-yard benchmark this year. Alfred Morris reunited with Kyle Shanahan in San Francisco — the last time they were together in Washington, Morris had a 1,600-yard rookie season after being a fifth round pick from Florida Atlantic University. Since Jerick McKinnon suffered a torn ACL, Morris could emerge as the lead back for the 49ers. Royce Freeman, the Broncos' third-round pick this year, was just announced as the starting running back. He had a productive preseason and looks far superior to Devontae Booker, his competition in the backfield.

Opportunities and talent are sprinkled all over NFL backfields. With more premium draft picks being put into the position and clear cut starters emerging around the league, we're going to see more 1,000 yard rushers. — Charles McDonald

This is the year Tom Brady finally stops being Tom Brady

Maybe it’s reckless to think that Brady and the Patriots are going to come crashing down immediately after another MVP season for the quarterback and another trip to the Super Bowl.

But he’s 41 years old, dammit! It has to happen soon.

Brady slowed down the stretch in 2017 with six touchdowns and five interceptions in December, but that’s kind of par for the course for him — that’s always been his worst month, statistically.

So there’s really no sign of slowing to suggest this prediction has a chance at being true. I’m just making it because he’s 41 YEARS OLD.

I know, I know. Brady eats avocado ice cream and he drinks so much water that he doesn’t get sunburnt or something. I’m also reasonably confident he’s been siphoning talent out of young players like a Dementor. There’s a good chance he’ll live to be 160, but he’s going to stop being good at football at some point, right?

The only players to ever be a full-time starting quarterback at age 41 or older are Warren Moon, Brett Favre, and Vinny Testaverde. Only Moon was even remotely good, and that was when he turned 41 in November of the 1997 season. In 1998 he was benched shortly after his 42nd birthday.

Every bit of conventional wisdom tells us this is the time when Brady’s career will start circling the drain. I’m going with the conventional wisdom, avocado ice cream be damned. — Adam Stites

Myles Garrett will set the Browns’ single-season sack franchise record ... and still won’t get one against Ben Roethlisberger

Here’s something the Browns didn’t screw up: drafting Myles Garrett No. 1 overall in 2017. Although Garrett’s NFL debut was delayed until October due to a sprained ankle, the pass rusher made his presence felt immediately, getting a sack on his first play.

In 11 games last season, Garrett totaled seven sacks. By the looks of him this offseason, he should easily beat that number this year:

good lord Myles pic.twitter.com/ykhxcsn0AT

— Ian Wharton (@NFLFilmStudy) August 24, 2018

In fact, I think he could set the single-season record for the Browns, currently owned by Reggie Camp, who had 14 all the way back in 1984.

As long as he stays healthy, I don’t think that could be considered a bold prediction for Garrett. But this is the part that’s a little more out there: I think he, once again, misses his chance to sack Ben Roethlisberger.

Garrett has talked about how much he wants to sack Roethlisberger since draft night. The first time the Steelers and Browns played last year, Garrett was out with an injury. The second time, it was Week 17 and Roethlisberger sat out to rest for the playoffs.

That goal has still been on Garrett’s mind this office ... oops, I mean offseason:

Not maliciously so, though. Garrett has made it clear that he respects Roethlisberger’s abilities.

That’s not to say Garrett isn’t capable of getting to Big Ben, either. The Steelers’ offensive line is already having nightmares about Garrett, who they will face in Week 1:

#Steelers LT Al Villanueva w/ my fave line of the day: “I’m not worried about Le’Veon. I have enough to worry about w/ the #Browns’ no. 95. Have you seen the Browns’ no. 95?!” Yes, I have seen Myles Garrett. And yes, I expect most every LT who sees him will worry about him.

— Aditi Kinkhabwala (@AKinkhabwala) September 3, 2018

Maybe it’s the curse of playing for the Browns, but this feels like it could be Garrett’s white whale. Fate, circumstances, our machine overlords, Garrett getting blocked by his own teammate, something will prevent him from knocking down the guy who looks like Will Ferrell crossed with a grown-up Charlie Brown.

Garrett is such an easy player to root for that I hope I’m wrong. Either way, I expect Garrett to have a monster season, which might be the most “well, no duh” prediction anyone could make. — Sarah Hardy