#ghouls x reader

[ghastlylamb]

"I won't simp for another ghoul, it's not gonna happen again-"

"IM BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN"

[ourfatherwhoartinhell]

Y/N: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Rain: Several traffic violations. Dewdrop: Three counts of resisting arrest. Phantom: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Swiss: Also, that’s not our car.

[veevee-thetkdbfan]

Hey! So umm this is my first fanfic that I will be posting (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) I hope y'all will like this ＼⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠／ also this story is inspired by a few fanfics I have read (I forgot the names) so credits to them—and credits to my friends @amellialunarie and @haachikkyun for proof reading this (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

FLOWERS WITHER (prologue)

by: ★veenova★

TW: SU!C!DE, STRONG LANGUAGE!

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

2nd person pov:

You were done. You couldn't take it anymore. You were treated like trash, tossed around from one person to another, a b*tch, a servant, a pushover, you were like a tool to them, you were made a fool.

So here you are now, staring blankly at your ceiling—crying. Thinking ways to end it all, deciding whether you should do it or not… Should you? You didn't know anymore...you don't know if anyone cared about you truly from the beginning… Heh, well that was what you thought… But it doesn't matter anymore, not that anyone was gonna notice you were gone anyway.

You laughed—a sarcastic one. You were being pathetic right now, crying on your floor, sobbing, weeping and broken. You were slowly losing it as you continued crying. Tears running down your already tear stained face, eyes red from all your crying, hair messy from laying on the floor.

You've been at this for hours now, you skipped classes that you were supposed to go to, 'chores' you had to do, and people you had to meet, that was when you suddenly broke down. Weird. That's never happened before... you felt tired. "Haha... maybe I should do it after all..." You muttered to yourself as you felt another tear roll down your cheek.

ᴴᵘʳᵗ.

ᴴᵘʳᵗ. ᴰᴼᴱˢᴺ'ᵀ ᴵᵀ ᴴᵁᴿᵀ?

"̶i̶t̶ h̶u̶r̶t̶s̶"̶ ᴴᵘʳᵗ.

ᴴᵘʳᵗ.

ẹ̿͋̒̕v͒��ͭ̏̇ẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝y҉̃̀̋̑ t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍ĝ̽̓̀͑ f̵͖̜̉ͅẹ̿͋̒̕ẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣs̠҉͍͊ͅ s̠҉͍͊ͅo̯̱̊͊͢ u̡͕̇��̛ṇ̤͛̒̍f̵͖̜̉ͅā̤̓̍͘ỉ͔͖̜͌r̴̨̦͕̝

Ỵ̷̡̛̟̱̑̍̀̉̿̿̉O̸̙͙̺̰͚͎̙͔̦͇͗̒̋͛̄͐̓̽̄͛́͂̀̑̕ͅͅͅU̴̡̥̱̫͕̞̐͂͒̑̽̋̐͊̈́͗̚'R̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝ T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍R̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝D̸̢̮̫̰̥̗̘̱͉͙͙̺̫̏͒̅̌. T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝Ą̵̘̥͉̘͖̱̥̺̿̀̈̒̂̅̀̅̈́̓̏͊͘͝K̶̨̧̧̰̲̉̆Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝ Ą̵̘̥͉̘͖̱̥̺̿̀̈̒̂̅̀̅̈́̓̏͊͘͝ R̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝️S̴̨̛͇̺͇͕̟̘͎̗͖̙͍̭̞͇̒͆̀͝T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝.

But you just thought of something. Right now. You just thought of it right now. "Let's just do it here." Then maybe that way no one will know. "It has to be the least painful way, right?" You whispered shakily as you managed to calm your crying form, blankly staring at the door in front of you. You dusted your clothes and stood up, letting your body take you where you can find the one thing to help you.

â̸̙͐͑̌̿͛̽ ŕ̶̛̰̱̈́̀́̑̿̾͛͂̈́͗̓̈́̒͘͝️o̶̯͎̱͐̇͋̅̃̈́͋̽̊̀̓͊̃́͋̓p̸̢̻͓͎̻͙͂͒̋͒̓̃͊̐̔͘͝ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜

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You had fantasies you thought. You had dreams to graduate from the university you've been longing to go to. Find a man you would love, and love you just as dearly. You hadn't expected that your life would end like this... Sure you were surrounded by men but... After all that happened, you did't even know who to trust anymore...

ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ.

ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ. ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ.

D̸̢̮̫̰̥̗̘̱͉͙͙̺̫̏͒̅̌O̸̙͙̺̰͚͎̙͔̦͇͗̒̋͛̄͐̓̽̄͛́͂̀̑̕ͅͅͅ ️N̴̟̬̠̣͍̹̜̠̘̮͎̥̜̳̖̋͋͛̆́̂̀̅̓̕ͅͅT̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝ T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝R̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️U̴̡̥̱̫͕̞̐͂͒̑̽̋̐͊̈́͗̚️S̴̨̛͇̺͇͕̟̘͎̗͖̙͍̭̞͇̒͆̀͝T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝ T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝M̴̨̦͓̰̌͆̉̃̄͆͜ͅ. T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝Ỵ̷̡̛̟̱̑̍̀̉̿̿̉'L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅL̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅ B̴̢̠̋̊͑̈̾̑̊͒͗̽Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝R̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️Ą̵̘̥͉̘͖̱̥̺̿̀̈̒̂̅̀̅̈́̓̏͊͘͝Ỵ̷̡̛̟̱̑̍̀̉̿̿̉ Ỵ̷̡̛̟̱̑̍̀̉̿̿̉O̸̙͙̺̰͚͎̙͗̒̋͛̄͐̓̽̄͛́͂̀̑̕ͅͅͅU̴̡̥̱̫͕̞̐͂͒̑̽̋̐͊̈́͗̚ F̴̢̛̗̹̼̮̲̪̼͕̓͒̃̆̑̊̓̇̔̆̓͝O̸̙͙̺̰͚͎̙͔̦͇͗̒̋͛̄͐̓̽̄͛́͂̀̑̕ͅͅͅR̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️ T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍R̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️ O̸̙͙̺̰͚͎̙͔̦͇͗̒̋͛̄͐̓̽̄͛́͂̀̑̕ͅͅͅW̴̪̼̩̘͔͒̏̓͐͂̆͑̐͝️N̴̟̬̠̣͍̹̜̠̘̮͎̥̜̳̖̋͋͛̆́̂̀̅̓̕ͅͅ ️S̴̨̛͇̺͇͕̟̘͎̗͖̙͍̭̞͇̒͆̀͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅF̴̢̛̗̹̼̮̲̪̼͕̓͒̃̆̑̊̓̇̔̆̓͝I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍️S̴̨̛͇̺͇͕̟̘͎̗͖̙͍̭̞͇̒͆̀͝Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝ B̴̢̠̋̊͑̈̾̑̊͒͗̽Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝️N̴̟̬̠̣͍̹̜̠̘̮͎̥̜̳̖̋͋͛̆́̂̀̅̓̕ͅͅĚ̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝F̴̢̛̗̹̼̮̲̪̼͕̓͒̃̆̑̊̓̇̔̆̓͝I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝️S̴̨̛͇̺͇͕̟̘͎̗͖̙͍̭̞̒͆̀͝

ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ. ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ.

ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ.

ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ.

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You walked in Darkwick's halls with a blank look on your face. Your mind was spiraling with thoughts you've always kept inside, words you've longed to express and shout. Words of how much you've HATED Darkwick—the institute for treating your curse—your life like it was nothing. Words of ABSOLUTE HATRED to those who treated you like a meer object—Leo, Romeo, Jin—this school was bombarded with people that made your life HELL. Order here, bring him that, assignments every night and mission almost all the time. Can a normal human be able handle and endure all of that? No. of course not.

You stayed strong. You tried to keep every last bit of sanity within you. You TRIED SO FUCKING HARD to TRY AND BREAK YOUR CURSE. You TRIED. Now... You don't feel anything… You feel numb… Everything felt numb… YOU CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE.

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As your head ached from the explosion of thoughts in your brain, it was when your eyes landed on a shed at the back of the school. Your eyes lit up. "Could there be one there...?" You asked yourself, pushing open the door that made a 'creak'.

You stepped inside, and it was dusty, but nothing out of the ordinary… You missed that. The word 'ordinary'.

Actually this takes you back to when you tried to escape Darkwick—When you hid inside a closet, trying to run back to the world where everything was... ordinary, simple, safe—the same closet where you met your first friend: Kaito. You now wondered—would he remember you? Would he even notice that you were gone? Well not that it truly mattered anyway...

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You looked around the old shed, looking for any sign of a rope that might be there—you checked the shelves, cabinets, and boxes... OH. You knelt down when you found an old box near a corner of a worn down cabinet. The box was a bit dusty, but not as worn down as the others. You opened the slightly ajar opening of the box—there it was. Your blank eyes managed to show a glint of excitement within them—Holding the material in your hands, you could feel the rough texture from the braided fibers brushing against your palm.

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You quickly hurried back to the cathedral—going in your room with a giddy expression on your face, before dropping.

"What if someone really does care?"

"What if someone does miss you?"

"what if they get worried?"

"What if someone becomes sad?"

"Would they notice?"

"What if you really don't go anywhere after you die?"

"What if it's all dark?"

"What if it hurts?"

What if… No.

You were done giving yourself a reason, You're done convincing yourself that it would be alright. BUT IT'S NOT. IT'S FUCKING NOT. YOU'RE TOO FUCKING TIRED OF IT ALL. ALL THOSE LIES, ALL THOSE GASLIGHTING, ALL THE FALSE HOPE THEY HAD JUST GIVEN YOU WITHOUT A CARE IN THE WORLD… ALL THE RESPONSIBILITY THEY GAVE YOU—THE VERY SAME RESPONSIBILITY THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO TAKE CARE OF. YOU FUCKING HATED ALL OF IT!

ᴴᴬᵀᴱ.

ᴴᴬᵀᴱ.

Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝Ą̵̘̥͉̘͖̱̥̺̿̀̈̒̂̅̀̅̈́̓̏͊͘͝T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝ T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝M̴̨̦͓̰̌͆̉̃̄͆͜ͅ

ᴴᴬᵀᴱ.

ᴴᴬᵀᴱ.

You steeled yourself as your numb hands tied the final knots of the rope that will decide your fate—sobbing quietly in the room that became your supposed temporary home, but now will serve as your final resting place as you feel the numbness take over the rest of your body.

"i can't take it anymore..."

But as the rope surrounded your neck—the corners of your lips twitched into a soft smile—reliving all your best memories—memories where nothing mattered, memories where you were allowed to forget all your problems.

Today is the day you would grow wings, you'd fly away from this birdcage that has kept you here all this time...

You felt the need to say a word but nothing escaped your throat. Your voice cracked and your eyes watered, you still had the soft smile on your lips, before finally letting out your last sigh.

Finally.

[miss-multi45]

not even going to lie my heart dropped when you answered my request and I almost pissed myself. /VPOS

BUT ANY HCS FOR THE GHOULS &/OR THE GHOULETTES WITH A READER THEY HAVENT SEEN FOR A WHILE? Like maybe they were on tour and finally came back and got see them?

hi honey! ♡♡ which was your request?

GHOULETTES X READER THEY HAVEN'T SEEN IN A WHILE

aurora either jumps into your arms and purrs loud as fuck, or she will pick you up and carry you to bed/her nest and snuggle you into next year

cumulus gives you the biggest kiss on the lips known to man. and her voice? OH MY LORD-

"hey princess/prince, i'm back my love."

i wanna give her a hug and a three course meal, SHE'S SO-

anyway, cirrus lifts you up bridal style and carries you to your room, sits you on the bed and lays on top of you for 9 hours

don't you dare move, she will cry

aurora will probably sing to you and make you watch the videos of them on tour so you know what happened

but you can't really hear because of her purring in your ear

cumulus will lie down on her bed and beckon you to lay on her, don't feel bad about 'crushing' her underneath you, it makes her feel safe

cirrus also makes you watch the videos of her doing her solo when they performed mummy dust on tour

GHOULS X A READER THEY HAVEN'T SEEN IN A WHILE

rain buries his face in your chest, pick you up by your thighs, and carries you to a warm, dark area in the Ministry. you're not leaving for the next 17 days

swiss puts his luggage down, immediately starts kissing your neck, wraps his hands around your waist, speed runs to his room and puts on a movie for you both to watch while he marks you with hickeys, bites, claw marks and a shit ton of kisses

sodo throws you over his shoulder, slaps you ass, fast walks to his room, and cries into your chest because of how much he loves you. "baby, i missed you so much iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou-"

next morning he denies crying

phantom stands there and soaks up your beauty like he did when he first met you, then he rushes towards you and drops to his knees to hug your waist and whisper 567 'i love yous' to you

aether picks you up by your ass and digs his face into your chest to get that sweet, succulent smell of your scent, and you notice his tail wrap around your thighs

mountain, he lifts you into his arms and stands there for 10 minutes before carrying you to his room and burying his face between your thighs (sucking you off/eating you out)

omega bends down to your height to tease you, lifts you up by your armpits with his big boy arms, carries you like a baby to his nest and marks you, but stops halfway to purr into your titties/man titties

alpha, teasing son of a bitch, pins you to his bed, marks you all over, and starts licking your thighs? he likes licking your thighs

ifrit wraps his arms around your waist and carries you like that to his room, puts you down to make a nest, and goes onto his phone to show you their tour. halfway through, he shoved his knees between your legs and you all know what happens next

bonus!

mist stares at you lovingly "i'm so inlove with you, I'm never leaving you again." and sleeps ontop of your for 4 days, sometimes she doesn't want to be dominant

[bloodsuckingfiends]

Okay everyone, I'm in the mood to write for Ghost again, specifically Copia or the ghouls.

Send me requests/prompts please!

[fromthepinnacle2thepit]

hihi <3 can I request some headcanons for mountain with a s/o (gn) who is just,, chronically fatigued because I am,, going through it rn :(

exhausted but can never sleep, joint problems, forgetfulness, clumsy

all those kinds of things if you don't mind <33 have a great day !!

𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘥! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 hc

pairings: mountain ghoul x gn! reader

warnings: descriptions of pain (from joint problems), frustration

authors note: hello! i tried to do a little research on chronic fatigue before i wrote this! if it’s inaccurate i apologize. this is also my first time writing for a ghoul! and i don’t know a bunch about mountain so i really tried! anyways, enjoy!! take care of yourself!

• Ok so i think mainly his way of taking care of you is just doing things completely unexpectedly and really without much of an explanation.

• like think about it-

• you’re laying on the couch one day, heating pad on the joints that hurt the most

• AND BOOM

• mountain appears out of nowhere with a steamy warm cup of herbal tea

• and yes, he did research on how the certain herbs would help, what their health benefits were, and if they were of help to people with chronic fatigue

• or one day, you’re around doing chores, but you’re dropping things and your muscles feel so sore

• THEN ONCE AGAIN BOOM

• Mountain is there, giving you muscle exercises to try to help, and offering a massage

• if you’re having a day where it’s really bad, and it’s hard to get out of bed, he will…

• BOOM

• you guessed it!

• he’ll show up with a care package. it’s filled with loose and comfy clothing, a large water bottle, a weighted blanket (if it helps), an ice pack, and a extra heating bad

• then some of his own clothes

• ALSO if you have muscle pain that lessens when you put warmth on it (like heating pads), cuddling with him would help a lot

• in my opinion, ghouls would be SUPER warm, like furnaces. huge furnaces.

• so if you cuddle with him, it might help.

• if you have really bad muscle pain that can get so bad it causes mobility issues, he’ll try to get you a shower chair, and he’ll gently wash your hair for you, or help you in any way

• he’ll make sure you’re getting plenty of rest

• if you can’t sleep, he’ll stay with you. he’ll help you with tasks if you didn’t feel up to doing them

• if you’re feeling really down about things, he’ll remind you that it’s ok to be clumsy, and that you’re not being lazy. he’s proud of you, and wants you to be as comfortable as possible.

authors note: hello! i’m so sorry if i portrayed chronic fatigue incorrectly in any way! i do not know very much about it, but i did try, and did research. if i was incorrect or used any stereotypes i deeply apologize and would like correction! thank you!! take care of yourselves!

[raindrop-21]

Ok so for a request could you do one (141 and ghost band crossover) where the reader is a ghoul but is part of 141 and they ask to see there family and the reader is really awkward and secretive about it untill they kinda are just like “fuck it”

I had a lot of fun writing this! Here ya go.

Price knows you’re different, different in a good, scary way. Good because your senses are heightened, bad because it scares him how good your senses are. You greet him right as he enters the room before you look at him, you can smell/taste specific ingredients in food from just one bite/the aroma. What scares him the most is how quickly you recover from surgeries and wounds. He’s seen you get near-fatal wounds and be A-ok within the next week.

You always have two weeks off a year (minus holidays) for your heats. You either always go home, but if you can't, you just hole yourself up in your room. The 141 doesn’t know why, the last time they tried, they were met with a door that wouldn’t open no matter what, not even if they took off the door knob (Johnny needed you to show him how to make a cake. Simon was mad at him). That’s until now. Before you could request the time off, a few new recruits snatched it up before you could go to Price and ask for it off.

It’s hell being on base, in heat, unable to take care of yourself or be taken care of. You tried begging Price for the time off, but when he asked the reason you needed it so bad, you came up blank. You can’t tell him that you’re so horny you can’t work, he’ll look at you like you’re an idiot. You can’t tell him that you can’t work because you’re from Hell and need your mates to ‘breed’ you so you can calm down, he’ll look at you like you’re insane. So you just choose to drop it and do your best to keep the ache between your legs from distracting you from working.

The boys notice the lower quality in your work. They notice your very frequent bathroom breaks, how quick you are to run to your room during free time, how reactive you are to the slightest touch, everything. So one day, halfway through your heat, the boys corner you and demand answers. You freeze at their demands, knowing you could either lie and say you’re sick or tell them the truth. You can’t come up with a proper lie, so instead of telling them the truth, you show them.

Your sudden transformation shocks them, but what shocks them more are the two pointed horns on top of your head, long pointed ears, a long tail swaying behind you, and light gray skin. Their jaws drop. Now with your true self fully exposed, you decide that you’re not going to hold back, and you’re just going to tell them the truth.

“Bloody hell… What are-” 

“I’m a ghoul. Well, to you, I probably look like a demon, which isn’t far off, but not the same.” You effectively cut off Kyle, “I’ve been so shitty at doing work related things because I’m in heat.”

“Heat? Like an animal?” Simon asks, the skepticism present in his voice.

“Yes,” You sigh, “Like an animal.”

Johnny laughs a bit too hard before adding, “So yer so horny ye can’t work?”

“Unholy Satan…” You mutter as you pinch the bridge of your nose, “Yes, Johnny, that’s basically it. So horny, I can’t work.”

“So this is why you needed these two weeks off.” Price realizes.

“So ye jus’ need someone to fuck ya?” Simon elbows Johnny in the ribs for that remark. Breathlessly, Johnny adds, “We can help ye.” Yet another elbow to the ribs.

“No, you can’t. There are others like me who I go to for help. My pack.” You say bluntly.

“And where is this ‘pack’ of yours?” Price asks curiously.

“In Sweden.”

“Sweden?!” Kyle and Johnny exclaim astonished.

“Yes, Sweden.”

“So you’re telling me that you’re a ghoul, your family are ghouls, and you’re from Sweden?” Simon asks, still skeptical.

“Yes, I’m not lying. The horns, tail, all of its real, the whole shebang.” Shivers start to crawl up your spine with the way they’re all staring at you, “Stop looking at them.” You suddenly snap, the bite in your voice surprising even you.

All four of the boys look at you with surprise, you’ve never once spoken like this to them. You turn around to try to hide yourself from them, now suddenly self-conscious about your non-human parts. Your tail is anxiously flicking behind you. Your tail catches Johnny’s attention, and Johnny touches your tail out of curiosity. The touch feels like a needle stabbing your tail, it’s not the touch of one of your mates. The touch on your tail makes you yelp and your tail smacks Johnny.

“Ow! Shite!” Johnny yelps in return to getting smacked.

Price sighs, “I feel we need to either get tickets for your partners to get here or a ticket for you to go home.”

“That would be appreciated…” You mumble, “Just a ticket for me… It’d be cheaper… Way cheaper…”

“Okay then.” Price replies.

Within the next day, you’re on a plane to Sweden… But not by yourself. Kyle, Simon, Johnny, and Price are there too. You guess they wanted to meet your mates. There’s only going to be one problem; the moment you step into the ministry, you’re going to be dragged to the ghoul den and locked in there until your heat is over. They’ll most likely be stuck talking to Copia or a Cardinal or something. Well, they’ll find out when they get there.

When the plane lands, you immediately go to get your things and the boys follow. You get into the uber you called and the boys are surprised when the car pulls into the parking lot of a deep gray church that has vines growing up the sides of the building. They’re even more surprised when they enter the lobby and see a bunch of siblings hustling about. The moment you're ten feet inside the building, a ghoul appears out of nowhere; Swiss. He wraps his arms around you and plants a kiss on your forehead.

“Mi Amor.” He purrs as he nuzzles his head against you. The 141 looks at you a bit strangely as many more ghouls appear and drag you off. Copia comes just in time to you getting dragged off and the four men looking so out of place and confused. Copia greets them and takes them on a tour of the ministry, everywhere but the ghoul den because you’re, uh, getting quite busy in there. Afterward, Copia explains what all happens at the ministry and where the guys will be staying while they visit. The boys are confused, but happy that they got to meet your family and now know the true you.

[endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus]

[Headcannons] A Day At The Beach w/ The Ghouls & Ghoulettes

Cutesy lil fluffy thoughts that came to me at 3 am about my favorite band.

Thank you to my writing muse and fabulous goddess @sink-me-in-your-ocean for always proofreading my docs.

Bone apple teet (-‿◦☀)

ℝ𝕒𝕚𝕟

bolts straight for the ocean, manically laughing - he very delulu but so stinking cute

wears fish themed swim trunks with matching fishy arm floaties

anyone who dares enter his domain is in for quite the surprise…

he pretends to be a shark

playfully gnaws on your ankles under the water before yanking on your leg and pulling you under

finds pretty seashells and gifts them to you with the most heart warming smile

“Rain! Its time to leave! Lets go!” you annoyingly yelled into the void of the blue ocean, knowing for damn sure he heard you.

In the distance you spot a gray blob emerging from the surface of the water, “NO!” the voice echoed back to shore before disappearing once again.

…

The car ride home, Rain was sitting in the back row curled up in a ball, tears silently flowing down his cheeks as he aimlessly stared out the window. *insert Summertime Sadness by Lana del Rey*

You roll your eyes as you catch a glimpse of him in the rear view mirror, shaking your head in disbelief, he is such a drama queen…

𝕄𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟

he’s here for the good vibes and shade

paints a thick coat of sunscreen from head to toe

lounges under the umbrella with a paperback book of Twilight

ends up falling asleep within 20 minutes

could honestly sleep for eternity

In a hushed whisper, “M-mountain?”, you gently nudge his shoulder, attempting to awake him so you can pack up the car and leave.

No response.

Anxiety slowly creeps in, i-is he dead?

His neck is exposed and you take two fingers to take his pulse, as soon as you make contact he jolts awake, both of you screaming. Him with a high-pitched shriek of fear and you in shock that he’s alive.

“I thought you were a vampire!” he hysterically gasped.

𝔻𝕖𝕨𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡

hates despises water with a fiery passion (don’t get me started when it's time for him to bathe)

he made it his mission to dig the largest hole possible beside Phantom and Swiss who were on their separate crusade to construct the most glorious sand castle

starts clawing at the sand like a deranged dog, kicking the small particles in Phantom and Swiss’s face

gets scolded and growls at them before repositioning himself the other way

happily zens out in his proudly accomplished hole

doesn’t realize the high tide was coming in as the day went on, causing the shoreline to sneak in closer and closer

A small stream of water trickled into his territory but he ignored it, not thinking much of it at all and resumed his rest, leaning up against the high wall with his arms crossed. Dozing off after a laborious work day.

SWOOSH! A huge tidal wave of water crashed in, submerging him in salty depths, ultimately scaring him. He yelped and frantically tried to climb out of the overflowing pit. You rushed over to rescue him, pulling him up, his body shivering from the frigid temperature.

Once he secured his bearings within your arms, he angrily turned back to see the catastrophic wreckage. Madness ensued - every hair in his small figure shooting straight up and his tail viscously whipping side to side, creating dents in the soft sand.

Oh, he big mad.

This wasn’t the first time he’s lost his cool and most certainly will not be the last. He aggressively launched himself towards the evil aqua, nothing but pure rage fueling his very fiber. You swiftly caught him by the waist, wrapping your arms around him and digging your heels into the ground for proper anchorage.

He violently hissed and swatted his arms about like a mad man, you held onto him for dear life, shouting, “Dewdrop! Stop it!” over the savage snarling and profanity spewing out of his tiny mouth.

(home boy really thought he could physically throw hands with water).

ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞 & 𝕊𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕤

true definition of bromance

begged and pleaded for you to buy them the “Super Duper Crazy Mega Plastic Sand Castle” building kit (as advertised on TV). Equipped with every tool in the shed to assemble the perfect castle of your dreams!

they damn well knew how to abuse their power of sad puppy dog eyes and pouting lips

so of course you caved into their ridiculous yet adorable request

They scouted the vast sandy land, personal privateers carrying out the Dark Lord’s decree. Dewdrop tagged along behind them as they paced back and forth in this vigorous expedition for the “perfect spot” to declare ownership.

Swiss grunted in annoyance, “That’s too far of a walk from the water, we need it to dampen the sand.”

Phantom sighed, pointing to the area Swiss had fallen in love with, “The rocks are going to get in the way, it's too close.”

The two continued to butt heads, both equally stubborn and childish.

Dewdrop stood in the middle of them, his head whipping between who was speaking. Bored with the endless bickering, he plopped down on the cushiony sand, tracing a phallic symbol in the pale dirt, “What about right here?”

They exchanged a mischievous look with one another, mirroring a brow raise at the fascinating offer. In unison they shouted, leaping in the air to tackle down poor little Dewdrop.

“LAND HO!”

𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖

fashioning the cutest teeny, weeny, polka dot bikini

sprawled out her towel on the pillowy ground and laid facing down

basking in the sun's scorching hot rays

much like a cat, she loved to lounge in the sun any chance she got

its ultraviolet rays recharging her energy- utter bliss

She stretched her limbs far out as she could before turning over to roast the front of her body, exhaling a deep yawn and placing large rounded shades over her eyes.

Her face scrunched in frustration at the commotion coming from Phantom, Swiss and Dewdrop hooting and hollering - it was disturbing her well deserved me time and she will not have them ruin it!

She propped up on her elbows, lowering the shades to the tip of her nose to gander at what the fuck was going on, “Aye!”, she roared loud enough for everyone within a mile radius to hear, “Shut up over there! I’m trying to relax!”

All three immediately stopped to stare at her with wide, fearful expressions, knowing from past experience she would definitely give em a good bop on the head for pissing her off.

In a stink eye glaring standoff with the Ghouls, she slowly pushed up the frame of her sunglasses -not breaking contact- to re-cover her eyes and reclined backwards to lay.

“Idiots…” she muttered to herself.

ℂ𝕦𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕤 & ℂ𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕤

life of the party

verybody wants to be em or fuck em

baddest bitches

matching skull patterned bikinis and fancy floppy hats

love checking out the locale mom and pop shops lined up along the beach

buys trinkets/souvenirs for the other Ghouls

*insert shopping spree montage*

The ultra plush sand squished and practically swallowed their feet as they struggled to walk back to the group, hands full of bags from the shopping haul that they kindly charged to Papa’s credit card.

After settling in at basecamp, they began to unload the many items from chic clothing pieces to varying sizes of memorability that were neatly bound in gift wrap and topped with a colorful bow.

Cirrus used her thumb and pointer finger to whistle, calling the unruly herd to gather. The Ghouls' faces lit up in excitement as they sprinted to welcome the Ghoulettes. As Cirrus distributed the presents, Cumulus unboxed a package of ice cream sandwiches, letting each individual Ghoul pick out a flavor as they approached.

Today was a great day for the beach.

[fruityrituals]

Swiss Ghoul Fanfics

inked & marked

always there

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Ghost Masterlist

Main Masterlist

dividers by: @cafekitsune & @saradika-graphics

[ourfatherwhoartinhell]

Me: I need an email opening for someone I hate, got any ideas? Mountain: My esteemed rival, Rain: My beloved nemesis, Dew: Dearly detested,

[angel-z-xdx]

MDNI 18+

“i have tattoos older than you swee’heart” simon riley x reader

 mentions of: vaginal sex, age gap (barerly leagle) choking, slapping,

You hadn’t meant to end up at his table.

He was the kind of man who took up space even in silence—hidden in the darkest part of the bar, smoke curling in the low light, the weight of him impossible to ignore. Tattoos crawled up his forearms in inky, precise lines, barely concealed under the sleeves of his black shirt. His fingers curled around a glass of whiskey like he owned the damn place, scars on his knuckles catching the light.

Simon didn’t speak first. He didn’t need to. You felt his eyes on you before you even reached him, a quiet permission wrapped in a dare.

“What’s a pretty thing like you want from me?” he asked, voice a low growl that slid down your spine.

You tilted your head. “Just thought your tattoos were cool.”

He scoffed softly, the corner of his mouth tugging upward in something too sharp to be a smile. “They’ve been there longer than you’ve been drinkin’, luv.”

That should’ve scared you off. You weren’t even sure why it didn’t.

By the time he walked you out of the bar, a cigarette tucked behind his ear and one heavy hand guiding the small of your back, your thighs were already pressing together with every step. He didn’t speak much on the way to his apartment—just the occasional grunt, the flick of his eyes on you, the tension so thick it nearly strangled you.

Inside his flat, the air was cooler, but it didn’t matter. You were burning.

“You’re really gonna let an old man like me ruin you, yeah?” he asked, voice husky as he locked the door behind you. His boots thudded on the floor as he stalked toward you. “Don’t even know what you’re askin’ for.”

“I know enough,” you breathed, already backing up until your spine hit the wall.

Simon’s hand cupped your jaw roughly, the pad of his thumb brushing your bottom lip. “We’ll see.”

He kissed you like he wanted to bruise you. No softness, just teeth and tongue and dominance. Your dress was hiked up before you could even whimper, his calloused hands dragging your panties down with a muttered, “Fuckin’ delicate little thing.”

When you moaned against his mouth, he laughed. “Oh, you’re filthy.”

He spun you around, pressing your chest to the cold wall, and shoved the dress up higher until your tits spilled out. His fingers trailed over the curve of your ass, admiring the way your body shook from the anticipation.

“You’ll take what I give you, won’t you?” he asked, one hand wrapping around your throat from behind, thumb pressing into the side just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Yes,” you gasped, your knees nearly buckling.

Crack.

His palm came down hard on your ass, making you jolt forward with a yelp.

“You’ll thank me for it too,” he said, slapping the other cheek just as hard. “Won’t you, sweetheart?”

“T-Thank you,” you whimpered, completely undone already.

“That’s my girl.”

He lined his cock up to your dripping cunt, teasing it through your folds as your body trembled. His head dropped to your shoulder, voice low in your ear.

“Wanna know a secret about these tattoos?” he rasped, rubbing the fat head of his cock against your soaked entrance. “They’re older than you.”

Your breath hitched, your back arching into him. “Don’t care,” you whispered, eyes fluttering shut. “Feels too good.”

Simon groaned as he pushed inside, your tight heat sucking him in inch by inch. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he gritted. “So fuckin’ tight. Like this cunt was made for me.”

He didn’t ease into you. He fucked you like he had a point to prove—his hips snapping forward, slamming you into the wall, one rough hand gripping your hip while the other moved back to your throat. He squeezed, not too tight, but enough to make your vision shimmer at the edges.

“You like that, don’t you?” he growled, fucking you hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs. “You like gettin’ slapped and choked like a dirty little slag.”

You moaned out something incoherent, drooling as you tried to nod.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ thought so.”

His hand cracked against your ass again, and again, until you sobbed. “You’ll remember who owns this cunt,” he snarled, cock pistoning in and out of you, the sound of your slickness and skin slapping echoing around the room.

Simon’s ego was swelling with every broken noise you made, every twitch of your body around him. After years of jerking off in silence with his hand and a crumpled sock, he now had you—a warm, trembling, perfect mess.

“You’re already fuckin’ brainless,” he chuckled darkly, tapping your cheek with two fingers as your mouth fell open. “Look at you. Gettin’ all cockdrunk from an old man.”

“More—please, more,” you gasped, tears threatening to spill.

“You’ll get more,” he promised, dragging you back onto his cock with a savage thrust. “You’ll take every fuckin’ inch ‘til you’re cryin’ on it.”

holy heck i love this so much, tell me if i should make a tag list and add you!

[wrr000]

[holeforzenin]

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 places a gentle kiss on 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 and 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 stares 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 so 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 when he feels you coating his cock with your cream 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,Yuuta, Zentisu, Kirishima, Yuuji, Kaneki, Toge.

[pythonmoth]

cw: violence. heavy torture. stress incontinence (brief). hurt/no comfort.

× framed traitor f!reader x lt ghost. poly tf141.

Part 2

It's calm.

The sea breeze brushes against your cheeks, your skin warm under the sun, and your toes squirming in the sand. You've been begging your parents to take you to the beach for months since middle school started, and now you're here.

Family. Your cousins, your siblings, your aunties and uncles. Nothing can ruin it! It's perfect.

A bucket of sea water hits you from the back, making you gasp. In an instant, you're up. "You guys are dead!" you scream, laughing as you chase after them.

It's so, so nice.

Then, a weird smell makes you pause as you're chasing your favorite older cousin, knee deep in the ocean.

It brings you back to when you were a toddler, picking up one of your grandfather's old rags, forgotten in a corner. It'd seen too many raining days, all crumpled up. It was sour. Foul.

Almost like poison.

But why did you remember such thing right now?

Your cousin's dark eyes glint, but you can't focus. No, you can't move as she gently makes you lay down in the water, claiming it's a game, and sits on top of you, the sea water filling your lungs.

You scream and fight, your little strength leaving you, until you're finally breaking through the surface.

Another splash of salty water, much colder, wakes you up with a gasp.

"Up" Price's voice says.

You bite back a whimper of pain when Soap roughly grips your hair and drags you up along with the chair from the floor, since Price kicked you the night before. Soap doesn't look at you even once.

"Since you won't open your mouth, let's continue" the captain hums, looking mildly entertained.

"Price, I genuinely don't know anything. I'm not a traitor. You have to believe me, please—"

Smack.

"Save it. It all points to you, so you either speak now, or we start having fun".

Everything hurts, it's all fuzzy and every single inch of your body is burning, yet you still look up at Price, then at Soap. Again, he won't even look at you.

"Where's Simon?" you mumble, trembling. There's silence, but you don't let it stretch. "Please, I really have nothing to do with any of this. Be reasonable. There's nothing in it for me. Why would I sell us out?!"

The door springs open, and your head snaps up. Your world crumbles down as Simon comes in with a little box.

The tools.

At once, you reach another level of panic.

Pure, unadulterated dread.

"Stop! No. No, please. I'm innocent. Simon. Please, stop this!" you wail loudly, your hands clenching hard on the armrests of the chair, uselessly trying to keep them from getting to your fingers.

It doesn't matter how hard you cry out for them to listen. It doesn't matter how badly you fight, leaning forward to push your head against Simon's chest, pleading with him.

There's no coming back from this.

Please. I love you. Please.

When the first nail is ripped off from your fingertip, the intensity of your screams makes Price look away for the first time.

It takes three fingernails and a handful of questions you can't focus on for Soap to turn away from you.

Five.

Away.

Please.

Eight.

It all feels so far away.

Distantly, you feel warmth, right on the chair. For a happy moment you melt into it, too tired to think much of it. Simon's eye twitches at the sight, the white in his eyes bloodshot, and he has to physically stop himself from saying anything.

"I want to die" you croak out, your chin pressed to your chest.

Your heart is pounding in your ears, in your raw fingertips. Your voice doesn't feel yours anymore.

"No. Give me their names".

"I don't know, goddammit!" you scream, your face contorted with pain and anger. So much anger. "Fuck you! I don't know shit. I'm sick and tired of this. I didn't do anything!"

It doesn't matter when Simon rips off another fingernail.

Nine.

It doesn't matter when Soap presses the same disgusting rag against your face, the cold salty water filling your lungs again.

You don't fight.

What for? They want information you can't provide. And you're angry.

Ten.

"I'm breaking up with you" you say, your voice firm, despite the intense shaking in your body.

The pain must have cleared your mind because you just look straight forward, not meeting Ghost's eyes as you speak.

You don't want to look at him.

"I don't want your regret" you continue, your heart slowing down. There's an old bloody spot on the door. You focus on it. "The three of you are dead to me when this is all over".

"Enough chatting. Go on!" Price snaps. You don't hear the trembling in his voice.

The salty water just keeps on coming.

Maybe you hear it. You don't care.

You're not sure for long it goes. Half of your toes are throbbing by the time Price storms out of the room, Soap and Ghost gathering their things to leave.

There are deep cuts in the arch of your feet, several of your toenails scattered on the floor, and the foul smell of urine and blood. Your throat is sore and raw from screaming, and sobbing.

You must've passed out, because you wake up to Ghost's hands untying you quickly, words of apology leaving his lips, curses and promises. You can hear Soap rushing in, the two of them arguing and then running.

Gasps and curses are heard all around the base as Ghost takes you to the medics, demanding them to tend to you now.

It's an order.

Masterlist | Part 3

buy me a coffee

[yandere-wishes]

Okay idea for your Batwoman!fam

Okay so you know how Cassandra Cain was raised in the League of Assassins to essentially be the bodyguard of Ra’s Al Ghul, what if Damian’s darling was raised in the League of Assassins as well but she was raised with a different purpose, to be the future wife of the heir, aka Damian.

Just some food for thought

⋆ ˚｡⋆Damian Wayne x Superhero! Reader ⋆˚｡⋆

જ⁀➴Notes: DARLING, YOU HAVE THE BIGGEST GALAXY BRAIN OUT THERE!!!!!!!!! THE THINGS I COULD WRITE FOR THIS. I'M FROTHING AT THE MOUTH!!!!

No cause like now, I'm thinking of Talia and Ra's selecting the best assassins out of the league and making them get married. They are told that their firstborn daughter is destined to become the bride of the Demon's hair. (Kinda like Dune's breeding program)

Talia practically raises you, an aunt/older sister/second mother/mentor whatever you'd like to call her. She raises you in the ways of the League. Trains you alongside her son. She dictates everything for you. Your clothes, personality, preferences. She molds you to be perfect. And while her tactics are dictatorial at best she does truly utterly love you. You are destined to be her daughter, to be her precious Damian's wife. You will continue her legacy. Thus she must raise you to be flawless…

In many ways, Damian likes to think that he knows you better than he knows himself. He tells himself that he's memorized every alcove and aperture of your ethereal soul. That your essence is as familiar to him as the dawn orisons. Damian al Ghul likes to think he knows his future bride-to-be.

And can you blame him? Can you really blame a boy for believing so earnestly, so passionately in a beautiful tale he's been told since birth?

He watches as you tend to the newborn goats on the farm. Run your fingers through the fawn's snowy coat. "Damian!" you call out waving to him excitedly. "Come see the new billys. We must commence in naming them at once." Your face is so serious as you look up at him. Eyes sparkling brighter than any star. He dares to wonder if you'll look at him with the same expression while you cradle your firstborn. Demanding that their father pick an adequate name immediately. Damian can't help the blush that ghosts across his cheeks.

Fairy tales are real. This is the conclusion Damian has come to. Dragons do exist, and they serve their purpose of stealing away hopeless damsels in the dead of night. Only now Damian doesn't know if he's truly fit to be the prince that comes and saves you…

Weeks prior the League's fortress had the misfortune of welcoming a guest from Gotham. 'A red-haired woman with a crazed bloody smile' as some of the members had described her. He had been training with his grandfather and was ordered to remain in the training rooms and practice while Ra's went to entertain this guest. You had been with Talia at the time and had the misfortune of meeting this monster too. Or at least that's how Damian believes the story goes.

"Master Damian" you greet. He can't help but shudder at the frosty smile you offer him. Day to day he feels your soul wander away never truly present. He reaches out, desperate to feel your warm skin grace his, to cradle your cheek as if it were the whole world. But he's only met with the silky wisp of your hair as you walk away. He doesn't like the way his heart aches, doesn't like the phantoms that occupy your mind.

Damian remembers the day you disappeared in shambles. Fragments of a nightmare that haunts him all through the night. There had been an alert in the middle of the night. Someone had broken in, taken out the guards. By the time the furor settles Damian and his mother notice what the thief had taken.

Not precious gems or priceless treasures.

Not the countless documents on every important figure in the world.

Not the tomes of endless knowledge his grandfather stores in his personal study.

No…

The thief had simply taken one thing.

You.

And in the process, Damian's heart as well.

The nightmare still haunts him. Even if only a mere few days later, the League had been attacked again. He was forced to be separated from his mother and his home. Fleeing to a foreign land to live with a father he's never known. Throughout all of this, Damian's heart still longs for you. He promises he'll find you again no matter where in the world he is.

It's been a long miserable year before Damian sees you again. His father is hosting a gala. An excuse of some sort to gather all of the Wayne enterprises under one roof. Damian cares little for the reason and cares less about the people. Too preoccupied with the inconvenience of having to be here in the first place.

"Damian, you've met my cousin Kate Kane before, right?" Bruce walks over to him, and the rest of his brothers approach too. Bruce has that look in his eyes. Something important is about to be said, Damian knows it. His adrenaline spikes, hope bubbling in his throat. Has there been a breakout in Arkham? A rogue attack somewhere? He'll take just about anything right now to get out of this dull gathering.

Kate clears her throat. Mentions that about a year ago she adopted a new daughter. She makes excuses for why it's taken her so long to formally introduce this new addition to her family. Damian only half listens. Bored once more. Until he notices an all too familiar face. And that familiar ache blooms in his chest once more.

He sees you hiding behind that wretched woman. You beam at her the way you used to do to his mother. Have you replaced the woman who raised and cherished you so easily? Have you replaced him too? You greet Damian with a court nob and avert your eyes. Desperate not to look at him, not to be reminded of your past.

Damian watches as the new hero, Batwoman's new sidekick, Corvid as she's taken to calling you. Swings across the city skyline. Intercepting one of Two-Face's hists. "She was my bethrode back during our time in the league." Bruce is sitting next to him, listening in the somber way he always does."Do you miss her?" he finally asks. "More than air, should it be robbed from my lungs." Bruce laughs, a short dark noise. His large palm pats Damian's shoulder before he marches into the darkness. It takes an endless moment for Damian to understand what that means, to understand the blessing the Dark Knight has bestowed upon his blood son.

Damian watches as you hug your new "mother". Feels the betrayal slither across his throat. He suffocates on the pain, the jealousy. Suffocates as he swears he'll take you back no matter the cost. You will be his once more, you will fulfill your destiny. As it has been written.

Damian heads home, he needs to contact his mother. Needs to tell her that you are safe. It'll calm her restless heart to know her beloved little girl has been found…

Okay I am going to have total nerd moment. Cause like what if this was kinda mixed with the original assassins?

[finniestoncrane]

Virginal vault dweller reader you say?? I'd eat that up (and so would Cooper, heh) but seriously I would read the hell out of that if you're up for it <3

Different Up Here

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 6.3k anon thank you lmao i had already started drafting this, so vault dweller reader isn't quite a virgin but they are definitely inexperienced and have never known pleasure like the kind that cooper can offer 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: power imbalance, dubious consent because once you've said yes to cooper you can't change your mind, overstimulation, crying, oral sex, fingering, instructional, full penetration babiessss i realised i never tag that shit but yeah it's in here lmao, cumming inside, no protection, sweet coop afterwards but only briefly

If anyone else had asked you in that moment how you were, you couldn't have answered accurately without any hint of sarcasm and irritation. You were being worn down, like buildings by the sands of the desert. Each little molecule of your optimism being torn away from you, painful like plucking a hair. But when Cooper asked you, you tried your best to push down your knee jerk response.

"Let's see, shall we? Since leaving the vault a month ago, bravely in search of resources and supplies for my friends, I have killed, maimed, and eaten things I hope to never think of again. I'm in a constant cycle of very, very stressed and then very, very bored where there is no happy medium between fearing for my life and wishing for death. And oh, by the way, I'm sweating buckets the whole time because it's deathly fucking warm. Thank you for asking, Cooper!"

Instead, you shrugged and offered him at least a partial truth.

"It sounds silly... but I'm kind of bored."

A dry chuckle passed over Cooper's lips.

"Heh, that's a new one for out here."

Sensing an opportunity to at least get some conversation out of him, you sat up on the rusty bed frame, your body sinking into the almost entirely flattened mattress as you crossed your legs and did your best to get Cooper to talk more than a sentence at a time.

"Really? I would have thought you'd be bored a lot, especially when there's no raiders, or mirelurks, or scavengers, or feral ghouls, or super mutants, or roving gangs of-"

"See, this is why I'm never bored. Always somethin' or someone to be killin'."

"But what about like... now? When there's nothing else to do. There's no magazines, no books, no TV."

You watched as Cooper turned from you with a slight smile. You knew the one, the familiar grin that meant you'd divulged some information about your life in the vaults, something he always found so amusing. It was your naivety, your optimism. He was endlessly fascinated by it, as though listening to you talk about it reminded him of something he had before.

That fascinated you. It made you want to stay around him, the way he listened silently as you talked about the old films that were on the holotapes, the food that was still fresh and available, the music you could hear whenever you wanted to, not reliant on some two-bit radio host. He paid attention to you. And any time his deep, brown eyes focused on your lips it made your heart flutter in an admittedly unexpected manner.

Remembering that feeling, you tried again, hoping that your next approach might be something that interested him a little more than just conversation.

"You know how we used to pass time in the vaults?"

Over the sound of the evening breezes that whipped up the sand you could still hear Cooper sigh before he spoke.

"Now if you tell me that you wanna go out there again tonight to find an old blast radius board... well I am just going to have to shoot you."

You laughed at what you hoped was a joke and waved him off, despite the fact that he was still turned away from you, unable to see your gesture as he tried ignoring you in what you assumed was the hope that you might shut up and leave him alone.

"No, no no no no no. Just..."

The lump in your throat felt like it was about to choke you, so you swallowed the clump of nerves quietly, your voice trembling as you finished your sentence.

"... fooling around... y'know?"

Cooper turned to face you. You had piqued his interest, and you couldn't help but show the giddy glee on your face, the smallest smile crossing your lips as your eyes widened. But his words wiped away all hope that you had garnered in that short span of time.

"Oh... oh darlin'."

He laughed a little, each little sound of the short, sharp giggle like a slap to the face.

"I don't think you're ready for that at all."

You raised an eyebrow, defiant, irritated, and keen to know how he thought he had you pegged so quickly. You'd never talked about anything like that with him before. Was he assuming that you were a virgin based on how you behaved around him alone? Maybe he figured that the lack of flirting on your part was down to a complete lack of experience, when in reality, it was because every flirtatious quip he threw your way made you so nervous and flustered you felt like you might throw up.

"How come I'm not ready? I mean, I've... I've done stuff... I've done it!"

"The fat you're not saying it how it is makes me think that you are absolut-"

"I've had sex, Cooper. I've fucked before. I've been fucked."

Blinking off the irritation at being interrupted by you, Cooper pushed up the brim of his hat and stared directly at you, as though he was examining your, to see if you would stand up for yourself any further.

"By who? One of your little buddies underground? Fucking like little bunnies? I don't think that qualifies you, sweetheart."

"Why? Sex is sex..."

You said it with such confidence. As if you really knew. As if you hadn't spent your teenage years practising on your hand, holding a pillow close, lining up for that one girl in the vault who would sell practice kisses for extra bubble-gum. You'd had sex before, of course. You weren't a liar. Just because you'd only ever done it once didn't render it nonfactual. Just because it had only lasted for all of four minutes. Just because you weren't sure you even orgasmed, and your friend had told you that you'd know if you'd orgasmed. Just because it was all over so quickly, and he'd run off before anyone could catch you both, avoiding you at every opportunity after that.

"... Isn't it?"

"Oh no it ain't. Besides, like I keep telling you, it's different up here. Everything's different up here. And that includes fuckin'."

The way he said the word, consonants enunciated with such grit and vigour, filled your stomach with knots that began to tighten as you considered in what way things were so different.

"What exactly do you mean by that?"

Cooper sighed, exasperated, resigning himself to the fact that you were going to keep talking to him regardless of his short replies and attempts to end the conversation.

"You are a dog with a bone, huh? Ain't gonna let it go."

His yellowed teeth were exposed as his lips pulled back in a baring, mischievous smile. Those knots doubled, the ends being pulled by tension in your nervous system as Cooper's smirk put you into a dazed stupor.

"No, sir."

"Now, I don't remember signing on to be your personal tutor in all things apocalypse. Do I really need to show you how everything works up here?"

As your cheeks began to blush, you nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, sir."

You were hopeful for just a bit of a distraction. Something to help take the stress away. To relieve the tension that had been building up between you and Cooper as of late. You'd been studying him, watching the way he looked at you, fascinated by your perceived, and frankly obvious, innocence. The way his fingers moved, contributing to the skilful way he handled his gun and his ropes. The confidence, the charisma, the charms.

You wanted him, but you weren't quite sure how to broach the situation without it seeming desperate. But you were past that now. You were desperate For anything, just something. Something to cure the monotony of walking and hiding and fighting and surviving. You didn't want to just survive. You wanted to at least find a semblance of fun and pleasure in this nightmare you had found yourself in. And in the vaults, when board games and books and debates got boring, there was always fucking. That was what you desired most right now. The fact that Cooper happened to be the closest target for your desires was just a sweet miracle, or a cruel tease depending on how willing he was.

And luckily, he seemed agreeable.

"Well then, how about you come over here and let ol' Coop show you a little thing or two about how dirty you can really get up here in the mean, dusty Wasteland, hm?"

Your excitement was palpable, even though you were trying to keep your composure. There was no escaping the echo of the giddy squeal you let out as you jumped up from the bed and made your way over to Cooper. He waited in the far corner of the room, setting himself down on an old armchair as you stepped towards him, slapping his thighs as an indication of where he wanted you. And you did as you were told, following his instructions, knowing they hadn't led you astray so far in your time together.

It felt awkward at first, being so close to him. You shifted your weight nervously, trying to get comfortable while making sure Cooper was still at ease, which of course, he was. He always was. Nothing stirred him, he was forever at peace. Competent in any situation. Quick to adapt. And as you fidgeted and fussed, you felt his strong hands pushing you forward on his lap, until your chests were practically pressed together, his hands skirting over your lower back as he held you still. In command. In control. The sudden sensation of his hands on your body made your breath hitch, a soft, surprised squeal on the inhale that had Cooper raising his brow at you.

"Now... you agree that you asked for this, alright? Because I am not going to put my effort into entertaining your little whims if you're gonna get fussy and decide it's too much for you. I did warn you."

"Yes, you did, and I really don't think you needed to. I doubt there's too much different about it, and I've picked up what I needed to know pretty quickly from your other lessons, haven't I?"

Your retaliation to his insistence that you needed him to teach you everything, and that some things just might prove themselves a little too hard even for your levels of enthusiasm, had irritated him when he'd first met you. But now your optimism and sheer refusal to believe anything was too much for you were a source of entertainment for him. A challenge.

"That's fine then, darlin'. But I'll remember that."

His eyes bore into your soul, keeping your focus on him as he dared you to look away. They sparkled as he ran his tongue over his lips, the pretence of preparing for his next words covering the obvious flirtation in the way he dragged the flat muscle along his chapped skin.

"So, gimme a benchmark here, lil lady. How much foreplay was involved in your previous encounters? I'd hate to leave you high and dry."

"Foreplay...? What... uh, what is that?"

Cooper sighed, rolling his eyes before closing his eyelids over gently.

"Well, it's something like this."

He pushed a loose strand of hair back behind your ear, rough fingers following the curve and grazing over your neck as he let them drift down the front of your chest, tickling the exposed skin as far as your jumpsuit would allow before he took a hold of the zip at the front. A quick flit of his eyes up to you seemed to ask for permission, and your small, almost imperceptible nod, told him to keep going.

Slowly, painfully so, he pulled the zip down, watching as the centre of your torso was slowly revealed to him. Smooth skin, in comparison to his anyway, clear of any unnatural blemishes or war wounds. One calloused digit followed down your sternum to your stomach and back up, hooking under the left side of the fabric and pulling it over, then the other, exposing the top half of your body to him.

Cooper traced his fingertips over the top of your breasts, watching as your chest moved in and out, slowly, but exaggeratedly. The knots in your stomach felt like they might burst with the tension as his sharp, ragged nails crossed over your hardening nipples, a gentle tingle coursing through your veins.

"Well?"

"No... n-nothing like that... just grabbing..."

"Oh yeah? You like that? How about this?"

He closed two fingers around your nipple, one hand still on your back to keep you balanced as your body reacted to his touch. Between the two digits, you felt your nipples heating up, the slight, burning pain from the way he squeezed them sending a signal down your spine that seemed to affect every part of you. Tighter, tighter, and then as your eyes closed a little more, eyelids pressed tight, he would ease up to offer some relief.

"You like that? Like it rough?"

"I think... I think I like both."

"So, something like this?"

He teased your nipples once more, pressing harder with his fingertips, pulling them out and jiggling your breasts as he tugged at them, this lewder act interspersed with a gentle caress as he held your breast against the palm of his hand, carefully cupping it as he flicked his thumb over the sensitive and completely erect nipple.

You bit your lip, trying to keep quiet, Coop's hand moved swiftly from your body to your cheeks, popping the lip back out as he pressed his thumb and forefinger into your face. Understanding the message, and seemingly showing this in your wide-eyed gaze, he let his rough, leathery hand make its way back down to your breast, cupping it once more as he spoke.

"Different, see? Pleasure is hard to come by out here. You gotta do it right when you've got the chance."

Cooper leaned into your neck, whispering the words low and slowly, his dry, chapped lips skimming over your skin as he continued.

"I bet down there they didn't know the first thing about real pleasure. Takes time, something like that. You gotta learn the body, gotta make it feel good."

His teeth grazed over your shoulder and back up along your neck before he pulled back, watching your eyes refocus from the haze of arousal.

"Did they make you feel good?"

"No."

You were confident in that statement. It hadn't felt good. It felt rushed. Clumsy. Shameful. And as you pondered it, your mouth remained open in a slight pout which trembled as Cooper asked his next question.

"And what about your pretty lips... did they kiss them?"

"A little..."

Cooper leaned in, his rough lips pressing onto yours with firm contact, his tongue staying in place as though he imagined that might be a bit too much for you right now. But that same level of restraint didn't keep him from letting his teeth catch onto your bottom lip, pulling it out, only letting go when you winced in surprise as the suddenness of the action.

"Didn't bite them either. Of course not, what am I thinking? That would be a little too adventurous for your kind."

His face took on a darker tone as he smiled knowingly towards you.

“And what about these pretty lips?”

Before you could piece together the question, his hand was diving into your jumpsuit, pushing down the front and past the waist, stroking against the front of your underwear which, by now, was soaking wet with your arousal.

“They touch these lips, huh?”

You gasped as he pushed your underwear to the side, stroking his fingers along your slick, plump pussy lips, withdrawing them soon after to taste you on his tongue, the way you had watched him taste the blood of enemies, the blood of victims.

“Stand up, darlin’… Why don’t you take that suit off, hm? Get yourself comfy.”

As you raised yourself up from his hips, your legs wobbled under you, not quite steady enough to support you so soon after being reduced to jelly by Cooper’s touch, his caramelised words that filled your ears, the sharp twang of his accent, the delicate cadence, the power rumbling underneath like an almost silent bassline.

“Do it slowly though.”

Cooper watched carefully as you stood nervously before him, shuffling out of your suit, stripping for him, your hips moving from side to side slow and steady, unintentionally sultry in the way you moved. Without taking his eyes from you he reached for his canteen, taking a long sip from it as you let your suit fall down over your legs, stepping out of it and pushing it to the side with your feet.

“That’s it, darlin’. Can’t do this half-hearted. I need to have access to all of you there. Now come sit back down.”

You held your arms in front of you, feeling far too exposed for the shelter you’d found for the evening. No windows, no locks on the doors. But it was difficult to focus on that worry for too long as you watched Cooper’s tongue flit back out over his lips, clear strands of drool sparkling in the light as he took you in, hungrily, dreamily.

“Turn around though. You face that way.”

The metal buttons on the front of his duster coat were cold against the skin of your back, but you leaned into them anyway. Cooper’s hand curved around your neck and up under your chin, holding your face forward.

“You keep an eye out, holler if you see anything coming. I’ll do everything else.”

A faint clicking sound, the safety on his gun being flicked to off, before those same fingers draped over your mound and down on to your lips, spreading them apart, the cool air of the decrepit room cooling the heat of your hot, aching cunt. With two fingers holding your lips apart, he let the middle digit tap against your clit, each tiny sensation turning your blood cold before heating it exponentially, a cold sweat beginning to form on your brow as you felt a tingle in your abdomen.

The finger that tapped the sensitive bud began stroking it from side to side, laying flat against it length wise as Cooper strummed your body, still holding your chin in his hands, smiling to himself every time your back arched away from him in intense pleasure. Every nerve-ending was at his mercy. He was right, it was different up here. But you wondered how much of that was the Wasteland and it’s effect on sexuality and pleasure, and how much of it was just him. Cooper Howard, Wasteland bounty hunter, a past life he refused to talk about, the most charismatic monster you had ever met. His fingers, daintily crossing over your clit, as you felt his breath, silent except for an occasional hum of satisfaction in the form of a long moan. Maybe it was just Cooper who was different.

It was hard to focus on this new line of though as his hard fingertips clamped down on your clit, pinching it as he rolled it between his fingers. Even harder when he let his hand drop from your neck and instead began teasing at your nipples once more. Soft, cruel flicks over the hardened bumps, his fingers at work on your body, his lips kissing at the back of your neck. Moans growing louder, more frequent, as he let himself enjoy the act of making you squirm. You could tell he was having fun, as you rolled your hips back a little, feeling the thick bulge of his stiffening cock against your rear. You wondered how it might feel, how it might look, and what he could do differently with it.

“Cooper… Coop… I think I’m going to cum…”

His movements quickened, cock twitching against your body as he pinched tighter and pressed his fingers harder against your cunt.

“Don’t you dare, little lady.”

“Ok I’ll… I’ll try but… you have to… stop… please stop… Coop…”

He ignored your please, the whining, desperate begging as you tried to stop your body from the natural, encouraged reaction.

“Have some self-control, sweetheart.”

“Cooper, I really can’t… please… please stop touching me…”

“I absolutely will not.”

Your fingers dug into his thighs, but you noticed that you refused to move away from him. You wanted to do as he asked, wanted to hold yourself back from the brink of orgasm to prolong his touch, but you couldn’t risk him actually stopping, fearing that your body might crumble if his fingers left your quivering, pathetic body for only a second.

Each stroke against your increasingly wet and sensitive pussy had you trembling and shaking, and Cooper had to remove his hand from your breast to keep you steady, placing it under your chin and holding you steady by the neck.

“I am warning you, missy.”

“Cooper… I can’t stop…”

You shuddered and whined as your body gave in to the temptation, feeling a rush of heat and relief as you came on his lap, your arousal coating his pants, adding to the collection of stains and wear on them. But he didn’t stop then.

“No wait… seriously, Cooper… I can’t… I can’t take much more, honestly…”

“Listen, I told you. I said you better not cum. I wasn’t done with you yet.”

Your eyes began to sting with tears of exasperation as your body kept on pushing to its limits, conjuring up another wave of climax, tormenting you with never-ending bouts of arousal that kept you rutting against him, despite how painful it was to keep writhing into his body. You could feel your stomach knotting again, not much time between each orgasm to relax, and you dug your hands into his thighs, pushing your body up off of him as you tensed completely.

“Ok, this time, you do it on my command. You do it when I say you can, alright?”

“Cooper…”

“Don’t give me that pleading shit, you asked me to show you how things are done. Well this is how Cooper fuckin’ Howard does things. So are you ready? You gonna come for me?”

“C-coop… I’ll… I’ll try…”

“Good girl, now you keep that mouth making those whines and moans. I don’t need you to call out my name or anything, I know I’m all you’re thinking about.”

The praise, the self-confidence, the way his fingers seemed to be pulling your orgasm out, motioning for it to come closer to him.

“Come on, darlin’, come on…”

Your vision blurred as the climax came over you, body rolling and convulsing as you came once more at Cooper’s insistence, your cheeks stained with tears, salted water rolling through the layers of grime and clearing paths to your chin.

As you settled back down onto his lap with a shudder, you felt Cooper’s fingers stroking through your hair. He was surprisingly gentle, oddly calm, but you supposed that you deserved his kindness as you had done as he had asked, making up for your previous indiscretion. He was almost cooing, shushing you as you found your breath, establishing your sense of self once more after the overstimulating orgasm that shook your core.

“You seen enough of the big bad world for one day then?”

You probably had, but you still found yourself shaking your head, ignoring the way your body reacted with a violent twitch at the notion of Cooper’s hands delivering intense pleasure.

“A glutton for punishment, hm? Or just keen to learn?”

As you pondered your answer, Cooper seemed to have come to the conclusion for you, as he tapped your hips and began to shift underneath you.

“Alright then, get onto your knees.”

Positioning yourself at his feet, you couldn’t help but look up at him, catching his eyes as he looked down at you with that unique brand of disdain and intrigue he had somehow mastered. You knew what was coming, what was about to happen, and your mouth began watering at the thought. What he might taste like. What he might look like.

You didn’t have to imagine for long though, as you could see his fingers working the belt of his pants, loosening it, unzipping his fly, and gripping his semi-erect cock at the base as he took it out, brandishing it. He kept close attention on your own eyes, a soft sigh of relief imperceptibly escaping his chest as he noticed your pupils widen, your mouth opening in preparation for him.

It was exactly as you had expected. The texture of the shaft was similar to that of his cheeks and his forearms, a similar colouring, though darker at the base and on the shaft which was tinted red. Thick, purple tinged veins covered it, winding around the length, cutting across the ridges of the scars.

“You can come closer, darlin’. I don’t know what they told you about mutations and radiation effects down there in your little utopia, but I can assure you… it doesn’t bite.”

The fear was palpable, clearly, but it was nothing to do with Cooper’s body and everything to do with your lack of experience, which, despite you arguing otherwise, was becoming plainly obvious even to you. You had only ever touched a cock with your hands outside of being quickly fucked. Several times you’d been cajoled into quickly stroking an erection under the blankets before your partner ran off to the bathroom, clean and tidy, flushing away the sins. And you were very well aware that there was always the option to suck on one, but it had never presented itself. It had never seemed that appealing to you. Until you were faced with Cooper’s.

He hadn’t even asked you to do either yet, but you found yourself curious, salivating over the thought of him, mind racing as you imagined how he might feel against your tongue.

“Can I taste it… you?”

Cooper smiled warmly, one of the few times you had seen him look at you with genuine pride.

“Now that is using your initiative. Of course you can.”

You kept your hands to yourself as you leaned in towards his body, content to let Cooper wield his length at you, his hand firm around the base as you inched closer, tongue pressed out over your lips. A strand of drool collected and spilled forward, hitting the floor in a soft patter just before the tip of your tongue came into contact with the tip of his cock.

A lot of the movements were instinctual, following your desires more than what you thought might be protocol as you dragged your tongue up the shaft and swirled over the blushing head of his cock. It tasted bitter, but in a pleasant way.  Savoury, not sweet. Salted, a tang that stayed there for a few seconds after your tongue had moved on to another spot. A flavour you found yourself craving now.

Cooper gripped tighter and pushed forward, taking you by surprise as he slid himself into your mouth, his free hand moving to the back of your head, fingers curling into your hair. As the taste of him hit the back of your tongue, cock almost touching your throat, you coughed and spluttered a little.

“Fuck me, darlin’… do you need me to show you how to do this too?”

He looked down at you, filled with pity as he saw your face. Red cheeks, puffed out, lips stretched over the girth of his cock, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to breathe.

“Breath through your nose… breathe in…”

You followed his instructions, instantly calmed when you found your lungs filling with air once more. Almost immediately back to enjoying yourself, the feeling of Cooper inside of you, the control he had as he held your head against him.

“Now… you don’t want to choke too much, so keep your tongue flat… yeah, just like that…”

It was so much easier like that, and you could feel your cheeks getting warmer and redder as you realised that not only had you embarrassed yourself with your spluttering and lack of knowledge, but that Cooper had clearly done this a lot.

“And your teeth… well, usually they’ll tell you to keep ‘em outta the way, but you know me… gotta be different…”

Taking the hint, you let your jaw close slightly, the pain of the stretch lessened, your teeth scraping along the top of his shaft as your tongue worked the underneath, sucking and rolling as much as you could while keeping it flat.

He didn’t say much else, and you couldn’t tell if he was particularly enjoying himself. It worried you, the fact that he had specific preferences, the way it was so clear how much more experienced he was than you. How many others had there been? And were they all better than you? As your mind wandered to your anxieties, you completely missed the fact that you had begun to drool all over yourself until Cooper relaxed his grip on your head and wiped at your chin with his thumb. Catching your eyes and sensing some of your worries, he was surprisingly quick to soothe you.

“You can swallow or spit or let it all spill out, I don’t mind makin’ a mess darlin’. But whatever you’re doing, you keep that up.”

You were so pathetically grateful for the encouragement, for the tiniest semblance of praise, that you felt yourself moaning involuntarily. The soothing motion of sucking on his cock, the taste of something new, the comforting knowledge that he was happy with your efforts. You could feel your clit throbbing, aroused by Cooper’s satisfaction, how pleased he was with the way you worked him over.

Which is why it surprised you so much when he pulled his cock from your mouth, your lips slipping off of it with a disgustingly lewd popping sound, drool spilling onto your chin in long strands which stretched from your lips to his cock and tore apart as he distanced himself from you.

And again, that sympathetic gaze, the way he could tell what you were thinking before you even said it.

“Oh, don’t you look at me with those big, sad eyes. You got nothin’ to worry about, sweetheart. That was good, ‘specially for a first try…”

He winked to you as he spoke, causing your heart to skip enough beats that you thought you might die there and then.

“… It’s just that I’m all slicked up and ready to go now… so you wanna bend over for me? Or do you wanna come sit on my lap?”

“Uh… lap, please… I was kinda bent over for the last… first time.”

“Well, you come and take a seat then, darlin’, let ol’ Coop show you something new.”

You nervously settled your entirely nude body back down onto his thighs. Cooper’s hands were gentle against your shoulders as he pulled you backwards with him, leaning at a slight angle in the chair, his cock rigid and firm as it sat against your waiting cunt, coated in your drool which almost seemed to shimmer with the dancing light of the fire.

Then, so carefully, so gently, far more than you’d ever seen him be before, Cooper took hold of his cock at the base and slid it inside of you, one hand on your stomach as he braced you, keeping your body steady as he inserted himself further and further between your clenching walls.

“Bigger than before?”

You nodded, biting your lip as you felt the distinct stretch, his rough, textured cock forcing its way inside your cunt, pressed up to the hilt, testing your limits.

“Better?”

“Mhm…”

“Speak up, darlin’.”

With your voice strained and breathy, you managed to form some words.

“Yes… it’s better.”

“That’s it, good girl. Now, I’m gonna buck my hips, ok? You just try and keep your balance.”

Below you, Cooper shifted a little, his hips rolling backwards, inches of his cock escaping your tight, aching cunt, before he rolled them forwards and upwards, back into you. A slow, steady pace that he focused on keeping until you felt warmer, more relaxed.

“You got this, it’s like riding a horse.”

“I’ve never… hm… ridden a horse…”

Cooper chuckled, a low and rasping sound that sent shivers over your skin and seemed close enough to you that it was coming from inside of your body.

“Never ridden a ghoul before either, but you’re handling it alright for a first timer.”

You were coping ok, you had to admit, but you could feel your stomach muscles tensing, the knots back in full force as they tensed and tightened, loosened and frayed with each pump of his cock within you.

“Ah… Cooper…”

“Too much, darlin’? Does it hurt?”

There was a sense of genuine care in his tone, as though he had taken it upon himself to show you that yes, things were different up there in the Wasteland, but that didn’t always mean they were worse. Some things were good, if not a little bit difficult to take at first.

“A little…”

Cooper tilted your chin up, forcing your head to lean back completely against his shoulder. In a delicate move, one far more romantic than you imagined from him, he ran his thumb over your lips, angling his neck to look at them, his own mouth open ever so slightly, a monotonous panting as he kept his hips moving, increasing the speed and the force at which he entered you.

His eyes flicked up suddenly, looking into yours, catching your gaze and holding unblinking eye contact as he spoke.

“I know… I know… Just a little longer, though…”

He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of his cock pushing against your body, enveloped in your hot, wet, velvety interior.

“I know it hurts… but I ain’t stopping, so don’t even ask… here…”

You watched as he brought a finger to your lips, offering it up to you.

“…you bite down on that if it gets too much, ok… but don’t hold back on those sweet sounds… I wanna hear you scream.”

With that vaguely threatening remark, he thrust up into you, banging against your body, spurring on your orgasm but unleashing a dull ache that spread through every sensitive part of you.

“Won’t… be long… keep it together… good girl…  good girl…”

It felt good, the pain, the sting, the ache, the shivers. The fact that he was using you, finding pleasure in you. All of it culminating in Cooper’s nearing orgasm which you could sense was closing in on him. His movements were becoming more frantic, sloppier, and he was mouthing all manner of sweet nothings as he let his façade slip away.

And those soft mumbles opened up into a wide roar as he clung to your body, the hand on your neck cutting off the air to your lungs only briefly, one hand on your lap pressing sharp indents into your skin as he forced himself into you. The last few moments of his fevered thrusting, fucking you wildly, drool pooling in the corner of his mouth as he rutted into you in a dazed stupor before his body gave in. His cock throbbed, each pulse sending another rope of cum against your insides, filling you with his seed as he shuddered finally, slinking backwards into the chair and taking in a deep breath as you removed yourself from him.

You’d only managed to take a few steps forward before Cooper addressed you, opening his eyes to watch you standing there awkwardly, his cum dripping down your thighs, a warmth that quickly turned cool in the air of the room.

“Did I say you could get up?”

Panic settled in your chest, aware that you had waited until you felt his muscles relax, his body retreating from you, before you slid off his cock, expecting him to push you away anyway, like your first time. You assumed he was finished, and you weren’t sure you were ready for the idea that he might not be done with you.

“Are we… oh, Cooper, I really can’t take anymore.”

Even as you stood, you could feel your legs shaking, weakened by the intense orgasms, the way they tightened against his every movement.

“That’s different up here too then, I suppose.”

Cooper stood up from the chair, pacing towards you with a purposeful stride as he pushed his cock back into his pants, zipping them up as he reached you. You inhaled sharply as he placed his hand at the back of your head, those knots in your stomach beginning to form again, worried that a further, albeit pleasurable punishment was on the cards. But you were surprised as he slid his free hand around your back, tugging at your waist as he pulled you in close to him. A quick smile before his lips were on yours, the brim of his hat pushed upwards as he leaned into the kiss. Warm, gentle, the kind of kiss you’d seen in movies. Practised and confident, meaningful, sincere.

When he pulled back, your body following him a little before you settled back onto your feet, he smiled warmly.

“Sweet with the sour, darlin’. You gotta keep ‘em wanting more.”

“M-more?”

More as in now? Or more as in the idea that Cooper had enjoyed himself and would be willing to offer that kind of pleasure to you again. And he answered with a wink.

“Definitely. There’s a still a lot you’ve got to learn.”