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ghoulfuckersincorporated · 1 day

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imagining a situation where for whatever reason you absolutely need to be sat on the ghoul’s lap (like, due to lack of space/seating or something) and he gets the sick idea to bounce his knee once after you’re sat on him for a bit. y’know, trying to make it seem unintentional/like a muscle jerk or something.

but fully knowing exactly what it may do to you, and wanting to see…he’s beyond thrilled when it immediately elicits an involuntary moan😏

Close Quarters

Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,429

Warnings: smut (18+), thigh riding, very sweaty fucking around, mild choking, slight dubcon if you squint.

Notes: Anon, you're just like me (I am also embarrassingly into knee and thigh riding)! Thank you for the excellent submission.

Apologies for the delay in getting this out! I'm so relieved to be back at home, finally, as I wasn't able to be as productive when traveling as I'd hoped. Please enjoy.

You were going to tear Cooper a new one the second the two of you got out of here.

It had been his idea, after all, to veer off the road in your latest trek to nose around this place, which hadn't seemed all that interesting to you. Your business partner had been quite unrelenting, as in all things, despite your inability to see anything of immediate value in the area; some hulking old rusty machinery you couldn't identify, train tracks partially buried in the sand. Boxes of blasting supplies, long emptied. It appeared to be an abandoned mining facility upon first glance, but was difficult to tell, as you had barely had a chance to actually look around before things had suddenly gotten crazy.

It was his fault the two of you were stuck here now.

The old man was absolutely insistent that he'd glimpsed a deathclaw (which you'd read had a special propensity towards mines and quarries, and had told him as much just the night before) just over the nearby hill; you hadn't been looking in the proper direction to confirm when he'd grabbed you by the arm and yanked you into this...storage closet? Frankly, you weren't even sure it was large enough to pass as that, more like a coat closet with a single wooden box on the floor. The two of you were crammed as physically close as possible without touching, mostly due to the great efforts you were taking to balance yourself against the wall as carefully as you could. It was incredibly claustrophobic.

It was also unbearably hot, but apparently only for you; as you cast another unamused glance at him, the third in maybe twice as many minutes, you couldn't help but notice how his only annoyance seemed to be boredom. His eyes lazily scanned back and forth between the small holes in the wall like he was watching out for mole rats. You, on the other hand, were convinced you were about five minutes away from sweating yourself to death, your knees aching worse than they did most nights after miles and miles of walking, the pain setting deep into your bones. It was making you squirmy, your thighs and quadriceps flexing and relaxing as you tried your best to hover above your companion's leg, his body crowded so close behind yours. You'd been traveling together for months now, and he was much more comfortable with you than he ever had been, but you still wanted to respect his space...

...a courtesy which he didn't always afford you.

Something about Cooper Howard that you hadn't been anticipating when you started to grow closer was just how much of a filthy tease the man was. Despite his rather rough exterior, the old cowboy could be very charming, a side of him you saw more and more as your travels went on, and, as a result, you'd developed quite the embarrassing little crush on him. An additional heat crept up the nape of your neck as you thought on it, adding to the untenable swelter around you.

Once you'd propositioned him for sex. Once! How were you supposed to know that people on the surface didn't generally approach their casual hook ups that way? He'd laughed until you thought he'd be sick, your face red as a Nuka Cola sign the entire time.

You thought that had been that, and it was all you'd needed to assume that he simply wasn't attracted to you in that way. It stung some, but whatever, life goes on. So you'd soldiered on, trying to keep your head low the next few days to avoid making him uncomfortable, desperate to not lose his companionship due to an awkward misunderstanding, but that's when the teasing began in earnest. He took very apparent glee in crowding you in, getting into your face or into your ear, murmuring in that soft tone that made you crazy and turned your cheeks pink, only to almost immediately pull away, his demeanor as if nothing had even happened.

Whether he did this because there was any real intent behind it or simply because he enjoyed embarrassing you and making you squirm, you hadn't the faintest idea. You chastised him when he did it, but ultimately you couldn't really conceal the way the attention from him still made your heart race and your panties damp. Heck, the way the ferals seemed to be able to pick up on your scent from a mile out, you wouldn't be shocked to learn he could smell when you were aroused. Just another small humiliation to throw on the pile.

The damn space was already small in total dimension, made even worse by the fact that a shelf up top cut off a lot of the total height, forcing Cooper to stoop and bend awkwardly, the desire to stay silent keeping him hunched over you for several minutes before he slowly, slowly slid down onto the box, eventually reclining somewhat, bending his neck to and fro to peek out the various rust spots and bullet holes in the metallic siding. Your Pip-Boy didn't register any nearby movement, but that didn't always inspire confidence in situations like this.

This whole thing was miserable, but being torn limb from limb by a deathclaw would be worse, so you continued your infinite wall-lean, trying hard to remain silent as you wiped the sweat from your brow for the millionth time. Behind you, he seemed to relax a little further, his knee sliding slightly along the inside of your thigh. A shiver broke up your spine.

Eventually, your trembling, aching legs fully gave out, forcing you to allow your full weight to straddle the knee that was poking out from between your knees, pressing down directly at the apex your thighs. You tried your best to rest towards one foot or the other to keep your weight off of his thigh, but his hands quickly found your hips and stilled your movement.

The pressure from sitting this way had already begun to make your slit swell, increasing in sensitivity as the time continued to pass, but it was ignorable. Then, slowly but surely, and to your absolute horror, Cooper's leg began to jiggle, the slight movement rocking you back and forth ever so slightly until your clit began to ache. Now, you'd never seen him fidget before, but you'd also never seen the man have to cram himself into a shoe box, so you gave him some mild benefit of the doubt.

But the jiggling quickly became a problem, the heat between your legs quickly equaling the heat in the room, leaving you breathing with noticeable volume. You buried your face into your chest as best as you could to try and hide the sound of your labored huffing, but the man behind you was quick to let you know that you were failing.

"Keep it quiet, kid." he chastised you in a hushed voice, but his hands stayed glued to your hips, balancing you right back onto his thigh, shifting your weight right to where you were trying to avoid placing it. You cleared your throat as another wave of heat swam through your gut, your companion continuing to move his leg up and down as the wind and sand hissed against the walls. Increasingly, you were nervous to look at him, afraid he would call you out for deriving some sort of sick pleasure from his innocent movements, accuse you of endangering both of your lives for some fleeting sexual gratification.

However, that moment never came, only more rocking and more huffing. Eventually, you began to slip further down towards his knee, struggling to fully support your weight any longer. His thigh jerked upwards, bouncing you several inches backwards and pressing hard into your swollen bud, drawing out a high pitched yelp that made you sound like a wounded animal. If you didn't know better, you'd have thought you felt him grin against the sweaty back of your neck.

"Hush." he said, tone thinner this time, but his hands began busily working your body as he slid you up and down. Two fingers worked their way into one of your belt loops, pushing and pulling you fully; the other traced teasingly along the damp, exposed skin of your belly at your belt line, and the feeling made you moan in earnest shock.

The leather of his gloves was shockingly soft against your damp skin as he suddenly let it jump up just above your breasts, the heel of his hand brushing at your cleavage as it slipped higher and higher, firmly clasping at your throat. You were still able to breathe, since he wasn't really choking you, but the grip he maintained below your jaw meant that he basically had full control of your body, pulling you back quickly and easily until you were snug against his chest, his cracked lips brushing the sensitive shell of your ear.

"If you can't keep that mouth shut, I'll find another use for it." he whispered, continuing to tug at your belt loops and your sanity. Your throbbing pussy clenched around nothing at his dirty talk, so much realer than ever before. You knew now that his teasing came from a genuine place, at least; you could very clearly feel the shape of his hardening cock against your ass.

You were tempted to test his claim, to whine out again fully and see what he would slip into your mouth. But instead you clamped your lips between your teeth so hard that you wondered if the chapped flesh would bleed, finally giving in and letting your hips cant ever so slightly against his leg as he continued to bounce his knee, the motion becoming quite exaggerated as the minutes continued to tick by.

The idea of any looming danger outside was quickly becoming lost among the static, the pretense of accidental squirming rapidly melting away; your brain felt runny, loose, and it was difficult to you to keep a logical train of thought for long, but it did occur to you that the two of you were basically fooling around in a closet. If you'd been coherent at all, you'd have wondered how he would react towards you when this whole awful, delicious thing was over, or even how it would end, but coherence was long lost to you as you barreled towards something amazing.

"Please, I...you have to stop..." you whispered desperately, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you felt the incredibly tense muscles in your abdomen start to flutter. If he didn't know what he'd been doing, he knew now, and his leg didn't stop for a single second, not even a falter in his movements as you began unashamedly moving your hips as far back and forth as you could reach, the firm muscle of him stimulating you so perfectly. A frantic little whimper escaped your lips, which your left hand jumped to cover, your teeth sinking into your palm you danced right up to the edge, your empty cunt gripping feverishly at nothing.

"Coop. Please." you begged, but you were unsure if you were begging him to stop or to let you finish.

He granted you the latter, both hands sliding right back down to your hips, pressing your weight hard down into him as you both worked your body back and forth, once, twice, and a final time as your head fell slack against his shoulder, his lips at the side of your throat as you came completely apart in his lap, limbs twitching, teeth pulling a tear in your dry lower lip as you bit down on it hard to hide your moans. Vaguely, you were aware of the feeling of him rocking his erection against your backside, his breathing almost as heavy as yours.

"Good girl." you swore you heard him mumble, but chalked it up to your overstimulated, spinning brain simply making you hear what you wanted to hear.

For maybe a minute, you allowed yourself the indulgence of resting against him, struggling to slow your heaving breaths. Slowly, you leaned forward once more, curling yourself into a half-ball with your head as far between your knees as you could manage until you no longer felt light headed. At some point, your companion regained his composure, his tone not strained or breathy in the slightest when he spoke to you again.

"Well," he said, suddenly back at his regular volume and causing you to jump slightly, "I think we can get out of here."

You twisted back to look at him, but before you could lock eyes, he was already lifting you by your hips to force you to stand on your shaky legs, pulling himself up to a crouch as he tugged the door open. You flinched, stumbling a bit as you attempted to conceal yourself behind the wall, but you peered back out when he confidently strode out past you, bending and turning at the waist as his spine let out a series of loud cracks and pops. Behind him, you struggled to stand fully upright, attempting to fix the fit of your clothing from where it had been tugged on.

"C'mon, let's go." he called over his shoulder, not turning to look at you fully as he trekked forward towards the hill you'd spent what felt like ages fearing as if it were nothing but another pile of dirt to be crossed.

"Shouldn't we try to go the long way around outta here? What if they're still over there, just not close enough to pick up on?" you called, concerned once more now that the flow of blood had generally returned to your brain. Everywhere around you, you felt imaginary danger, ready for anything to jump out from anywhere, as nothing had actually changed the whole time you'd been hidden away.

That got him to stop and turn to look back at you, an incredibly impish look playing across his face.

"I get the feeling it'll be alright." he winked before resuming his climb up the fairly steep incline, sand rolling down in little rivulets behind his retreating feet.

You lagged behind a bit, watching him go through narrowed eyes. Turning your gaze towards the setting sun, you mused to yourself that soon, the two of you would need to stop for the night. The roads through here were too dangerous to travel at night.

He would have some turnabout coming his way, you knew that for certain. Your days of being teased were about to be done.

#cooper howard #the ghoul #cooper howard smut #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #fallout tv show #fallout prime #submission

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1ydiadeetz · 2 days

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cooper 🤠💗💖💕

#fallout #fallout tv show #cooper howard #the ghoul #fallout prime #my art #…yeah #he is cool I like him a normal amount

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boneskullravenriver · 2 days

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I see people fist fighting over ghoulcy and vault knight (is that the ship names)

And I'm over here like... Por qué no los dos??

Y'all know you can ship two things at once separately right??

Or if one or the other isn't your thing, that's fine too?? There's a way to filter tags you know that right??

#ghoulcy #vaultknight #fallout tv series #fallout tv show #fallout #i think theyre both cool tbh #and anyway it seems like they're setting things up for vaultknight anyway so who cares??

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bisexualcouriersix · 2 days

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I love them your honor

#fallout #fallout fanart #fallout tv series #fallout dane #maximus #fallout tv show #brotherhood of steel

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maristane · 15 hours

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☢️

#fallout #fallout fan art #fallout amazon #fallout tv series #fallout tv show #fallout prime #fallout show #fallout series #fallout 1 #brart #brazilianartist

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officialmoonknightbrainrot · 2 days

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attention vaultknight nation.

new fic idea under the cut cause the fact that there's only like 27 on ao3 is criminal

hank never takes lucy and norm back from rose, lucy and max meet as kids as a result.

hank still bombs shady sands.

lucy and maximus are both taken in by the bos, but separated.

lucy is renamed lucia and put under the care of order of the quill, becoming a scribe initiate.

max has dreams about her. but can never remember her name.

lucy shows great proclivity over the years, but never really leaves the base she was raised and trained on.

when wilzig escapes the enclave, though, she's "promoted" to journeyman scribe and sent with a few others (and the knights) to the so-cal base.

everyone is fascinated with the knights being there but max ends up staring at lucy, of course.

events of the show proceed, the pair get close (she tells him to call her lucy), titus is a dick, lucy and max split up and she finds wilzig (and meets the ghoul). wilzig reveals that he knows she's ORIGINALLY from a vault, now she wants to find moldaver for answers, and of course there's questioning of the bos along the way.

lucy would be a bamf (in her way), maximus would be babyboy (as always), and it'd have that delicious taste of "forbidden love within an institution"

it's a GOOD idea okay, i SWEAR it is. y’all just let me cook.

#lucy maclean #maximus #maximus fallout #vaultknight #maxlucy #lucy maclean x maximus #lucy x maximus #ghoulcy nation pls do not fret lucy has two hands for a reason #this fic idea is for all my paladin danse romancing peeps #brotherhood of steel #paladin danse #the ghoul #fallout prime #fallout tv show #fallout #fotv

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carryondrawing · 3 days

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#i really enjoyed the show!!#and the game but that's a given #if her outfit is inaccurate no it isn't #do you know how difficult it was to get a full-body reference of her??#what am I supposed to do? watch the show again??#fallout #fallout tv show #fallout lucy #fallout lucy maclean #fallout fanart #fanart #fallout tv #artists on tumblr

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woobiz · 2 days

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Veritas Numquam Perit

The truth never dies.

cw/tags: minor violence, cursing, angst, norm maclean x f!reader

author's note: this is the first part to a series that i'm hoping to start. it's a norm maclean x raider!reader fanfic!! this first chapter is a bit short but it's only the introduction!!! i'll try to update as much as i can and future parts should be much longer. i love feedback and constructive criticism so pls tell me what you think!! pls no reposting/translations without permission.

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Lock a bunch of rats in a cage, they’re bound to fight.

The repetitive clanging of heads against metal was starting to irk me. There’s nothing worse than being stuck in a confined space with a bunch of dim-witted assholes whose only idea of a good time is beating the shit out of each other. I should’ve been out there in the wastes, flaying the skin off of Hank MacLean’s back, but instead, I’m sat in a corner, nose twitching at the scent of regurgitated jello-cake.

I flinched as a man was toppled beside me, head slamming into the steel wall with a nauseating pop. Then, he was grabbed by the ankles and torn away, leaving a trail of sticky crimson in his wake. The vault dwellers came by every now and again, pleading with us to end the fighting, promising a better future. It was all bullshit and we knew it. Sometimes they’d even take one of us off to another cell to interrogate us. I don’t know why they thought any of those idiots knew what they were fighting for. Half of the dipshits in this cell were so high on chems, they’d have taken any excuse for a good brawl. Still, those holier-than-thou vaulties fought tooth and nail to fix us.

I’m not sure how they chose which of us to drill, but I was one of the many who still hadn’t been taken. At this point, I was contemplating giving into their demands if only they’d let me out of this god forsaken dungeon.

Once again, food was served, and once again it ended up splattered across the walls. The little one –a man with a perpetual scowl etched into his face– had watched the scene, unmoving. He’d been faced with threats one after another and all he did was watch. Then, as if the gods themselves had blessed me, he pointed to me and nodded me over to be interrogated. The prospect of getting out of that cell had me jumping at the opportunity, I took what I could get.

As always, they tranquilized me. When I woke up, I was alone in another room. There, the little one stood on the other side of a glass pane. His eyes stayed glued to mine, brow furrowed.

“What do you want with my father?” he spoke quickly, almost to himself. Father. I knew the man in front of me resembled something akin to that human scum, but he didn’t have the same foul look in his eyes.

The corners of my lips curled upwards at his ignorance. “You don’t know the half of it, MacLean.”

He took a step forward. “Then please explain what I’m missing.”

My smile faded as I searched his eyes. “How close were you? You and your father?” I watched him carefully. His poker face held strong.

“Close.”

I hummed at that. His glare didn’t break. “See, I don’t think you want to know,” I said, standing to face the young MacLean. “You think that you know the type of man your father was?”

He stepped closer, face inches from the glass. “He was a good man. You people took him away. Now you’re rotting in a box.”

I struggled to keep my composure. “You want the truth? Let me out and I’ll show you.” He scoffed, turning to leave. “You think your dad was some hero? He’s a destroyer. A killer.”

He paused for a moment, his eyes locked ahead. I watched his mouth open slightly, as if to speak, but it closed as footsteps sounded down the hall. I dropped back into my seat, preparing for the sickening sweetness of vault dwellers and their pep.

“Thank you Norm, but we’ve got it from here,” a man spoke. He had a soft face with well-kept facial hair and a pair of uncracked glasses. He stood beside a thinner man with dark hair and a neck brace. They watched me through the glass, silent for a moment before the first spoke. “Hello, I am Woody.” He articulated his words as if I was too stupid to understand them at a normal pace. I didn’t reply. “We want to help you,” he said, gesturing between us.

“I am Reg.” The second one spoke in the same condescending tone. The idea of cracking the glass and punching his teeth out was appealing, I can’t lie, but they'd only tranq me again. I kept my head down, not wanting to look in the eyes of the people that had destroyed my life. “We want to open our community to you.”

“Not interested,” I barked. I lifted my head. “I didn’t come here to make friends.” My eyes narrowed at the two men.

The first man, Woody, spoke with an uncomfortable chuckle. “Well, for obvious reasons we can’t just let you leave,” he flashed an insincere smile. My eyes were locked onto his. Either this man was an excellent liar, or he was just as dumb as he looked.

“You don’t know, do you?” I laughed to myself. “You two are trying so hard to be elected overseer and you have no idea what you’re doing.” My laugh grew to a cackle. I all but had tears brimming in my eyes. These idiots!

Reg shot a concerned look at Woody. “Maybe we should tranquilize her again,” he suggested. I didn’t care to stop them. Woody reached for the gun, pointing it at me with his finger on the trigger.

“When the wastelanders string you up and cook your skin, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He pulled the trigger.

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Everything was quiet.

The room was filled with silence, save for a periodic beeping coming from just outside the door. They’d left me with a firm mattress to sleep on. I’ll admit, it was better than the bloodstained rags we’d settle for out in the wastes, but the dark of the metallic hallway wasn’t very comforting. I suppose the lack of radroaches was nice, but I’ve never been much of a sleeper.

I lay awake atop the mattress, hands clasped together against my stomach. I was surprised to hear footsteps in the distance. I didn’t think anyone was awake at this hour, but what really got me was that they were growing louder by the second. I sat up, craning my neck to see down the hall. There, a light shone on the ground.

“Hello?” I instinctively reached for a weapon, only to realize that everything had been confiscated when I was put in this dump. I raised my arm over my eyes when the light rounded the corner. It was bright, almost blinding compared to the darkness that loomed before. Squinting, I was almost able to make out the figure. It wasn’t an angel here to save me, nor a demon to drag me down to hell. Through the glass I saw a familiar vault dweller, shutting off the light from his Pip-Boy.

“Tell me what you know.” Norm MacLean stood in front of me once again. I eyed him. His hair fell messier than it had when we first spoke, draping over his forehead. I didn’t reply. His nostrils flared. “How did you know my father?”

“Ask someone else.”

He gritted his teeth. “I have. They didn’t even know his name. You did.” He glared at me through the glass. “Tell me what you know.”

“You want the truth? Like I said, you let me out and I’ll show you.”

He scoffed. “You killed our people. Because of you, my father is gone,” he barked, “and my sister, too.”

I tilted my head. “Your sister? The bride? I saw what that girl could do. Shame she died.” I stepped back, taking a seat on the mattress.

“She isn’t dead.”

I looked up. “No? Well where is she then?”

He paused, watching me. “The surface.” I raised my eyebrows.

“What’re you doing down here, then?” He broke eye contact and I stood, my tongue pressed against my inner lip as my eyes landed on his expression. He stayed quiet. “Well, I’m sure she’s a goner anyway. Vaulties don’t last long up there.”

“You’re a liar.”

“Maybe,” I stepped forward, “but at least I’m not a coward.”

He was tense, his hands balled into fists on either side of him. I watched his nose twitch in his frustration. Then, just as he came, he went. It was dark again, and I was alone.

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Days passed filled with much of the same. The vault dwellers spoke to me now and then, trying to pry for information. I was careful with my words. I had no intention of doing them any favors. Some nights I was visited by the small MacLean. Each time I told him the same thing: “If you let me out, I’ll show you the truth.”

The days grew longer and I think the vaulties realized I wasn’t going to be cracking any time soon. The nights were especially lonely. I can’t say I missed the rats I’d been locked up with, but Moldaver and I were close. Friends, even. I guess I got used to having someone else around.

That night, I sat on my mattress, back pressed against the steel wall. The past few days I hadn’t seen Norm. I’d usually sleep an hour or two. I’m not sure why I was never sent back but I wasn’t complaining. It had always been easier for me to be alone. Ever since I was a little kid, I’d known what it meant to look out for yourself. Besides, it’s better not to get attached.

The footsteps returned that night. I was almost relieved. When the hall lit up, I knew who was coming. At first, he didn’t speak. He slid down the wall on the other side of the hall, watching me through the glass, his chest heaving up and down. His face was painted with dirt and his hair fell messily over his forehead. His eyes stayed low and suddenly, I knew where he’d been.

“You went, didn’t you?” My voice pierced the silence like a blade. He looked up, “To thirty-two. You went.”

“What happened back there?”

I watched his lips curl downwards ever so slightly. “I couldn’t tell ya’.” I dropped my head, eyes locked onto the ground. “It was like that when I got there. Been like that ever since.”

“They,” he paused for a second, “killed each other.”

Neither of us spoke for a while. It was easy to say that wastelanders were evil. We all need a scapegoat. I guess when it was other vault dwellers, it was different. To Norm, they were supposed to be the good ones. They were supposed to save America.

As if it was any consolation, I spoke in a mumble. “Sometimes good people do bad things.” He sighed. Another silence fell over the scene. Something in his sadness felt all too familiar. Maybe we weren't so different. Maybe he and I were one and the same. Maybe we were two kids, still searching for something they could never get back.

#fallout #fallout prime #norm maclean #norm fallout #fallout fanfic #fallout fanfiction #norm maclean fanfic #cooper howard #lucy maclean #fallout tv #the ghoul #fallout 3 #fallout show #fallout 4 #fallout tv series #fallout series #fallout tv show #fallout amazon

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ana6aena · 13 hours

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Probably my favourite character so far

#norm maclean #norm fallout #fallout tv series #fallout tv show #Fallout fanart #Fallout

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teamblck · 2 days

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we need more maximus fics

#fallout maximus #maximus fallout #fallout #fallout amazon #fallout tv series #fallout show #fallout tv show #brotherhood of steel

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aka-tua-braindump · 3 days

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Please and thank you. 😊

#norman maclean #norm maclean #fallout #fallout tv series #fallout tv show #fallout fanfiction #norman maclean x reader #fallout fanfic #fallout show #norm x reader #norm maclean x reader

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ghoulfuckersincorporated · 6 hours

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something tells me our ghoulie would be fond of period sex (i’ll go to horny jail now)

Bloodletting

Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,839

Warnings: smut (18+), blood play, bloody cunnilingus/bloody kisses, period sex, masturbation (male), rough sex, creampie, biting.

Notes: Can't lie, this was my immediate thought watching him tear into that bloody chunk of meat for the first time. I usually try to include at least a little plot, but this is basically all porn. Very fun submission to write; thank you! Please save a good seat for me on the bench in horny jail, I'll be in promptly.

Fun fact: orgasms can help relieve period cramps for some people.

Today had been a poor choice of start point for this long walk.

Normally, trekking across the bombed out western seaboard was strenuous and uncomfortable enough, the deadly sun baking seemingly the entire planet to a crisp, the cloying dehydration, the constant danger that something or someone was around the corner, ready to eat you. It was a far cry from the safety and monotony of the vault you'd grown up in. Usually, you were able to find lots of beauty on the surface, plenty of things to appreciate. But right now everything was just awful and uncomfortable.

Menstruation was such a nightmare topside. The proper products were apparently incredibly difficult to find anymore, leaving you to make the best of things with old torn pieces of clothing and less-than-ideal medical supplies. But these things didn't provide the absorption you'd long been accustomed to, and you kept having accidents the last few days, the result of a heavier-than-average flow. Normally, these things wouldn't bother you, but it was insanely annoying to constantly feel as if you were bleeding through basically the only clothes you had, doubly so when there was no place to clean them or bathe yourself most of the time. Besides, these pants chaffed terribly when they were damp.

Months back, you'd made the choice to ditch the vault suit. It was surreal and sort of sad feeling, packing away what had truly been a symbol of your identity for so long. However, it attracted far too much attention and caused trouble when people assumed they could take advantage of you, so you'd opted to start dressing like a proper Wastelander, boiled leather armor and denim pants. Right now, however, you desperately wished you'd been wearing the suit. The absorbent liner would have saved you some of this embarrassment.

The old ghoul had been telling you some story or another as you mounted a steep hill, your mind tuning in and out in frustration. You were sweaty, cramping, bloated, and bleeding on yourself, and all you wanted was a chance to clean yourself up and sit down for a minute. Eventually, the two of you came across what looked to be the abandoned skeleton of an old repair garage, just barely maintaining its tall stance against the horizon. As the two of you began to pass it by, you paused.

"I need to stop for a bit." you said, frowning at him as he turned his gaze to the position of the sun in the sky and back to you, confusion plain on his face.

"Whassa' matter?" he asked, "You're not usually this pussy about the sun anymore. Been long enough."

He was right, you were usually able to soldier on better than this. Today wasn't one of those days, though.

"I need like ten minutes alone, okay?" you snapped, short of patience. "I just...need it."

Your companion held up his hands in a silent, play-offended gesture of surrender, stepping aside to let you walk into the ramshackle little garage.

"Ten minutes!" he called teasingly behind you, prompting you to roll your eyes despite him not being able to see it.

Dropping your bag against the wall, you quickly toed your boots off so you could shuck your pants to the ground, groaning quietly at the bloody mess between your thighs. Digging some dirty rags out of your bag, you checked the spare canteen you kept undrinkable water in. Almost empty. You wanted to cry.

You could always ask Coop for some of his, since he was prone to drinking from questionable sources. He might even give you some, close as you'd become lately, thanks to a night of whiskey and Jet by the fire that had led to other forms of entertainment.

But you'd rather not have to explain this to him. As you did your best to scrub away the rusty red covering your skin, you wondered if he even remembered that this was something that happened to women. You had no idea what you were going to do with your pants.

Apparently, time had slipped away from you, as he appeared suddenly in the doorway a moment or two later, already speaking to you like he'd been standing there the entire time.

"It's been fifteen minutes, girlie. I'll have you know--" came his halted snark, quickly cut off as the two of you made eye contact, as he took in your nakedness below the waist. You felt a creeping sense of panic, a desire to flee out the broken window to your side. Neither of you said a word, and after a moment, he stepped forward towards you, softly gripping your wrist in his hand and holding it up to examine it. His honeyed eyes flicked back and forth between the soiled rag in your bloodied hand and where you'd been attempting to clean yourself up, briefly moving over to where your pants lay crumpled up on the floor.

"I'm--" you began, wanting to explain that you were fine, but you were quickly and decisively cut off from speaking when he lifted your bloody fingers to his mouth, sucking them between his lips with an obscene sigh. Your jaw fell slack as you watched him lick them clean, feeling like you were having some sort of erotic fever dream you'd wake up from any moment. Your hormones must've been working in tandem with the sun to drive you crazy.

However, it only continued to escalate as he seized you by the wrist, dragging you a few feet forward towards the rickety, grimy couch that leaned against the back wall, shoving you just enough to make you sit right in the center, a stale plume of desert dust filling the air around you as he rucked your hips up against his chest, your calves hooking over his shoulders. One of your flailing, still-socked feet knocked his hat clear off his head, sending it tumbling down to the floor, but he didn't even seem to notice, too preoccupied with running his hands along your inner thighs, smearing through the patches of drying blood there with fascination.

Your whole face burned white-hot, but you continued to watch him closely as his hands converged at your mound, one thumb tracing lightly over your now-swollen slit, just barely grazing your bud and drawing a hiss from between your teeth. However, instead of touching you there again, as you'd hoped he would, both thumbs traced down the line of your labia, parting them softly and spreading you open for his hungry eyes to see.

This new kind of attention made you squirm a bit at its intensity, the movement making your abdominal muscles clench just right to draw a trickle of warmth from between your legs, your face reaching supernova in embarrassment, but before you could pull away, he dove forward, his mouth sealing itself over your cunt and lapping wildly. The feeling was electric and ticklish and sent you clamoring to grab onto anything for leverage, letting out a screech that was half giggle and half moan.

He had done this before, gone down between your legs and licked and tasted and teased you until you couldn't handle it anymore, and always with great enthusiasm (and more than a little smugness, frankly), but never with a hunger like this. His thick tongue traced back and forth along your folds, seeking out every sanguine drop before dipping back down to your entrance, the wriggling muscle slipping inside with ease, drawing out another cry from you.

You were on fire, being teased more than you could handle; his tongue felt amazing, but largely avoided where you really wanted it to be, leaving you pushing and grinding your hips against his face as best as you could in your strange, folded over position. With one proper swivel, you managed to brush your clit against the bony ridge that sat at the top of where his nose would have been, scraping just right and sending you bucking right back at the same angle. The rough way you pushed against him was met by his hands curling under your ass, attempting to yank you even closer to his face as you felt that knot in your gut begin to tighten.

"Oh god, Coop, I'm gonna cum." you gasped, nails digging into his scalp as your thighs pulsed around his head. The older man, typically quite silent for most of the performance, let out a rather loud groan at that, and the sound was enough to push you right into a tense, crying orgasm, your little mewls ringing off the ancient concrete walls. If he were any other man, you'd worry about smothering him between your damp thighs, your scrambling hands pressing into the back of his head.

Fortunately, Cooper Howard wasn't just any man.

He continued to fuck you with his tongue through your climax, dragging it out for what felt like minutes. However, once you finally came down from that euphoric peak, he didn't stop, his tongue continuing to slather across you in full, wide strokes, his fingers moving up to tease at your oversensitive clit.

This, too, he had done before, this beautiful torture of keeping you constantly on the verge of a new orgasm despite still riding the wave of your current one. You both loved and hated it, feeling like every nerve in your body was alive with electricity, but simultaneously on the verge of pain from all the sensation. Presently, you loved it a lot more than you hated it, feeling the tight, cramping muscles in your belly relax just a little with your release. Glimpsing down at him once more, you could see that he'd tugged his hard cock free from its confines, jerking himself enthusiastically.

The ghoul's lips wrapped back around your clit, long, nimble fingers probing your saliva-slicked entrance. Two of them slid inside to the hilt before you even really registered their presence, causing you to hiss at the slight burn of the rad-rough flesh against your sensitive insides. The suction on your bud soothed the burn, allowing you to relax, and soon a third was added alongside the first two, quickly pushing you into another sudden and intense climax, washing over you like a tidal wave as he stretched you. When he eventually pulled his hand away, it was half-covered in red.

You were still trembling hard as he quickly worked his way back down your thighs, swiping up anything he may have missed. The sensation of his tongue running along your plush flesh made you giggle, earnest and breathless, but the sound was immediately cut off with a whine when he suddenly turned and viciously sunk his teeth into the meat of your inner thigh, not hard enough to break the skin, but damn near.

This, he had never done before.

Of course, you knew the man was intimately familiar with sinking his teeth into human flesh, but feeling them against you didn't frighten you as you expected it might, the sensation exhilarating and primal. The searing, pinching pain made you squeal, and one of his ungloved hands jammed up against your lips to silence you, filling your nose with the smell of iron and gunpowder. Come the morning, you'd be sporting a gnarly bruise there. The knowledge sent another hot tremble down your spine.

Unlatching his jaw from your leg, he pulled himself up to his full kneeling height, right even with you, a wild look in his eyes you weren't sure you'd seen before. So often he had the brim of his hat to obscure them, but now they stared, wide and glassy, into your own.

His fingers fisted into the already wild hair at the back of your head, pulling your forward into a passionate, metallic-tasting kiss. You could feel the way your face attempted to stick to his where he'd smeared your blood around your mouth with his hand. Quickly, he began to lean forward over you, pressing you into the mildew covered cushions as he pulled himself on top of you. The dry-rotted frame of the couch groaned loudly in protest at the additional weight, squeaking and sighing out curses as he repositioned your legs along his hips, falling right into place to rub his throbbing prick against you. Another throaty noise left you, strangled and awkward, but you were past being able to be embarrassed right now.

It distracted you just enough when the old cowboy dropped his head into the crook of your neck, his lips dancing along your pulse point, that you didn't tense when he pushed his way inside you, burying himself nearly to the hilt in one push. Both of you let out soft, satisfied groans as you stretched taut around him, clenching hotly already after all the attention he'd given you, his heavy breathing in your ear making every hair on your body stand on end.

For a short moment, he allowed you to adjust to his girth, warm hands pushing your shirt up to expose your breasts to him. His bare hands felt like they were everywhere, swiping affectionately against your face, tugging and pinching at your nipples, eventually settling into your hair, holding your head steady and forcing you to look at him as he began to fuck you. It didn't take long before he had you built right back up, the rub of his pelvic bone against you too good.

"Go on, gimme one more, baby. I know you can." he huffed, his warm breath tickling you just right. His thumb was suddenly strumming against your puffy, sore clit again, and tears brimmed in your eyes as your muscles seized once again, whimpering almost pitifully as you gave him what he wanted.

"Attagirl." he praised, running the blunted edge of his teeth along your throat as your body tugged at him. Your breathing was hard to control, making you see spots as he shifted your calves back over his shoulders, basically folding you in half once more as he pulled himself up higher and began to rut into you in earnest. The blunt head of his cock slammed into your tender cervix like this, making you jump and whine, but your legs only tightened around his shoulders, pulling him closer as he used your body to get himself off.

Suddenly, there was a loud crack, and the entire couch frame collapsed into a plume of dust, even worse than before, making you screech in shock. Cooper, however, seemed to barely notice, his pace not even slowing as he shifted you a few inches away from a busted 2x4 sticking out in your direction, pressing you harder into the cushions that were now trapped beneath you. Nevertheless, he did seem to be making sure you were okay in his own way, his wild eyes and insistent hands checking over every visible inch as he continued to pump between your thighs. When he dropped his mouth to your breasts, you throbbed around him, cooing as he sucked and nipped at your breasts.

"Fuck." he growled at the sensation, his hips slapping against you even harder, but in less coordinated strokes, his head heavily dropping back into the crook of your neck again, his entire weight resting on you now.

As you felt him begin to throb inside you, signaling his own release, you also felt those strong teeth latch onto the sensitive skin where your neck met your shoulder, digging deep into the smooth muscle as you screamed. You could hear your lover groaning loudly as he gave you a few more rough strokes, his teeth keeping firm at your neck as he pulsed every last drop of himself inside you. Beyond the pinching pain repeating itself, you could feel the burn of him sucking hard on the flesh between his teeth, trying to mark you up as visibly as possible. Remarkably, this was enough to push your oversensitive body into one last muted orgasm, leaving you shuddering against his chest.

Once his teeth released you, his strong arms wrapped around your body, carefully flipping you so that you laid across his chest, the leather of his clothing sticking eagerly to your sweaty skin. No one said anything for a few minutes, his fingers dancing along your spine, tracing the outline of the bite on your shoulder and earning a small whimper, which he chuckled at. Things were strangely blissful.

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna need another fifteen minutes, boss." you sighed eventually, snuggling your face against the smooth leather of his vest and breathing in the smell of violence and sex.

"You can have ten." he responded, drawing a look from you until the hand that had been kneading away at your ass cheek slipped down further, rough fingers teasing at your abused entrance once more, pushing what was leaking out of you back inside.

"Oh? And what happens then?" you asked, trying hard to keep your hips still against his sinful hand and failing.

"Then we're going again."

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