The Ghoul X Fem Reader - Blog Posts

The Hat stays on ;)

Warnings: MINORS DNI, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral (giving and receiving) probably more stuff ;) 

𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟤 𝑜𝒻 𝒢𝓇𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒

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You lead the ghoul across the the endless expanse of barren earth and crumbling ruins toward the small bar you had met Mr Flint at earlier. The sound of his stupid name in your head sounded like food poisoning as you remembered quite how effortlessly his existence had been cut short by your own hand.  Indirectly perhaps, but you had killed a person to save a ghoul, and that was the reality of the situation. 

The ghoul was cold and expressionless. More than usual anyway, with silence broken only by the crunch of his boots on the parched ground. He looks at the bar warily, and you take the first step by sitting down before him, eying the rather annoying and familiar robot in front of you. 

It tilts its head, watching the ghoul with its soulless eyes.

“Vodka again, please.” You tell it. This time, you put a bag containing what must have been hundreds of caps into the robots hand.

“I want the bottle this time.” You say, and the ghoul finally takes a seat. 

“Talk.” He says, grabbing the bottle off of you and pouring some down his throat. Despite how tense the situation is, or perhaps that was part of the thrill, you pressed your thighs together at the image of the liquid flowing into his mouth and a little down his chin. The look on his face as he tastes it, almost as if he has experienced ecstasy or perhaps an orgasm. You clear your throat. 

“My sister isn’t in danger.” You murmur. The ghoul wipes his mouth.

“No shit.” He replies, looking directly at you this time and making your cheeks flush. As you explain the situation to him further, the truth about how Flint had recognised your skill and asked you to take down the very ghoul you were talking to now, the ghoul stared at you hungrily. 

“I agreed to build the explosives and lure you up there- I mean it was 1000 caps! But then….” Cooper nods in a way that implies he knows you better than you do yourself, and that would probably be true. 

“But then.” He agrees. You take a deep breath.

“I didn’t want to hurt you…or kill you or whatever. I tried to tell Flint but-“

“His name was flint?” You roll your eyes.

“Yep, a stupid name, that has been established. I told Flint I wouldn’t do it but he wouldn’t leave it alone so I lured him to the rigged location instead.” Something unrecognisable flashes across the ghouls face. 

“You killed an innocent man…for me?“ His voice sounds lighter now, more human. The very essence of the sound tugs away at your heart. 

“I didn’t want to be responsible for your death.” You add. “Why? Seem’s like the world would be better off-“

“That’s not true!” You blurt out, and the ghoul is just as surprised as you are at the words. You decide to continue. “You helped me.” He doesn’t respond, as if teasing you with the effect the silence had on you, as you always filled it with awkward words that rushed out of your mouth before your brain could stop it. 

“I didn’t want you to die. No one’s looked out for me like that, even if I was lying - which I feel bad about now…you’re….nice-ish, and just trying to get by… I wasn’t going to end your life without even getting to know you.” He scoffs.

“Oh so you want to get to know me, huh?” The ghoul questions, sarcastically. You sigh. 

“I was fascinated by you, I guess. Always have been by ghouls. Are you going to kill me?” You question. He shakes his head.

“Convince me not to, and you can go.” You say nothing for a while. What could you even say? ‘Please don’t kill me, I have so much more insignificant shit to do with my life?’ He laughs at the silence.

“Well now you’re just begging me to kill you-“

“Wait-“ You blurt out. And his face becomes more serious as he waits for your plea.

“I don’t want to die without…knowing you.” You suggest. He smiles.

“Well played, little killer. What do you want to know?” He asks, and the question comes as a surprise to you. 

“Your name?” You ask. He nods.

“What makes you assume I have one?” “Everyone has a name. Even out here.” 

“It’s Cooper. Howard.” Cooper confesses.

“Y’ Ready to die yet?”

“What um….is with the hat?” You stumble over your words. He smiles.

“You’re stalling sweetheart.”

“Well excuse me for not wanting to get shot right away. The hat.” You protest, and the ghoul is certainly less than subtle over the way you standing up for yourself impresses him. You hate the way he’s toying with you. If he wanted you dead you’d be dead, wouldn’t you? But he sounded so soft when you told him you actually wanted to save him.

“That’s my business.” He answers. You nod.

“The accent…where are you from?” That question was just desperate, and you could tell he didn’t take it seriously either. 

“You like my accent sweetheart?” He asks. You freeze. “I’ve seen you get all wide eyed when I talk. Maybe this is why you didn’t want me to die hm? You hoping I’d talk to you like this?” 

“Maybe my reaction is because you make me nervous…you could have killed me. Still can.” He sighs. 

“Or maybe some fucked up part of you finds me desirable instead. I’d bet anything that that is what makes you nervous. Not my guns…not my…rough skin.” You shake your head.

“Don’t know what you me-“ He shuts you up by leaving an aggressive, hungry kiss in your mouth, tongue lapping up your saliva like he needed it to live. You let out a shaky, shocked breath.

“What was that for…” You ask. He shrugs.

“You run your mouth a lot, thought I’d better get to the source.” You’re still too entranced by the situation, by his entire existence, to register any attempts of comedy right now. “Is this what you killed a man for? You were hopin’ with my sweet accent and my hat that I’d find out about your little scheme and punish you good for it? Although I suppose it ain’t much of a punishment if you want it…”

“What are you talking about…?”

“I’m talkin about sex darlin. Or have you never met a ghoul capable of that either?” The robot made a strange sound that causes you to jump. “Didn’t know that thing knew English…” The ghoul murmured to himself. He turns over to you and just laughs at your reaction.

“Something got you worked up?” He questions, standing up and grabbing you by the arm.

“I’m gonna make you regret not killing me.” He says, pulling you away and not letting you go. Even as you get into an abandoned building, he’s clinging onto you. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to indicate you wouldn’t want to find out what would happen if you tried to free yourself from his grasp. He pushes you gently onto the ground, making you lie with your back flat against it.

“I told you I may still eat you.” He hums, only some essence of humour remaining to his words. “May I?” He asks. You understand what he meant about the wide eyed look you got, because in this current moment, you looked not unlike a cartoon lamb and felt equally as stuck in headlights. 

“As in…eat me…out?” You ask. Cooper just laughs.

“Don’t tell me no man’s ever eaten that pretty, smooth pussy before darlin.”

“It’s a lonely wasteland!” You try to defend, laughing yourself now too. 

“So…can I-“

“You can do anything you want to me.” You say, not expecting those words to come out quite as fast as they did. The ghoul grins. 

“Lonely indeed.” He falls onto his knees, spreading your legs apart and pulling your pants down to your ankles quite effortlessly. 

With equal parts tongue and teeth, he plants kisses up your thighs and in between them, leaving pretty red marks that would remember his affection even days later. He traces the outside of your panties with his long fingers, making you gasp out in pleasure. Smiling in approval at your noise, he drags his two middle fingers along your clothed pussy and watced as the fabric become stained with your slick.

“Please…” You moan, and it made Cooper fucking feral. 

“Words, what do you want?”

“Mmph…” You hum, trying to decide between his fingers, mouth, and what you really wanted. That was another thing you were curious about. I mean, do ghouls even have functioning dicks…? You wanted to laugh at the thought of his cum having radiation or something, or being made of just ash. 

Your thoughts were silenced when the ghoul decided for you, having found your clit and starting to increase the pace through the fabric. It hurt so good, the friction, but you wanted to feel him directly. 

“Take it off…please.” You beg, and Cooper kisses your clothed cunt approvingly. He grabs the line of your panties and tears it to one side, licking eagerly all over. 

“H…holy…oh fuck….” He laps up even more of you, finding your clit and moving his head around in circles. You thought it’d feel different or unpleasant without his nose, but the rough skin made you feel even better, like you could cum already and he had only just begun. 

“Slow d…fuck…please Cooper I’ll cum-“  He laughs into your cunt, continuing at the same pace.

“God d- fuck yo- mhnng….” You say, eyes shutting and stomach swirling as you come undone hard on his face. He doesn’t let up for a while, allowing you to squirm and revel in the pleasure. When he comes back up to face you, he is looking at you with smug arrogance.

“You see sweetheart, you can beg for your god to save you as much as you want, but I gave you your chance. If you want me to stop all you have to do is ask, but you’re not gonna ask, are you?” Your blushing ferociously and still feeling high from your orgasm. Too much so to think about responding, but that simply won’t do for the ghoul.

“Answer me.”

“No. No don’t stop…please” You whimper, pathetically. He smiles widely. 

“Don’t worry I won’t.” He says, bringing his fingers to his mouth and putting them inside your eagerly awaiting hole. You were embarrassed at how easily they slid in, and even more embarrassed at the high pitched moan you released. He pumps them painfully slow in and out, watching your reaction with each thrust, listening to your loud, slow breaths.

“So good…” You sigh, and he starts going faster, and faster, and then so fast that you’re on the fucking edge again like it’s nothing. It made you question just how many people he had been with in this wasteland to know how to make a girl cum this hard, or maybe he was always just gifted.

“Howard…gonna cum…” You cry, and he kisses you while you ride his fingers. 

“Good girl, cum for me….” Fuck, if you weren’t already embarrassingly wet before, you were certainly soaking now. Your thighs shake as you tighten around his fingers and the same, proud look touches his face.

“So pretty.” He praises, gently.  He looks at your glassy eyes and dishevelled, pretty lips. “Ready for more?” He asks, and you nod eagerly, but Cooper Howard is a gentleman, at least in this regard, he wasn’t going to rush such a perfect moment. It was the most excitement he had had in years, and you were so fucking gorgeous. There were pretty people in the wasteland he was sure, but to find someone free of radiation damage, blemishes and other damage who actually wanted to interact with him in any way shape or form was a rarity he was truly grateful for. 

Instead of doing anything else just yet, he put his hand around your neck. He didn’t grab it, he just rested it there and slowly pulled you in with it. He sucked hard on your neck and you let out a moan as he does so. He’s genuinely surprised at the sound. He doesn’t remember the last time his own body felt sensitive, so he hadn’t really accounted for the way just his warm mouth working away at the soft skin of your neck would make you squirm and moan like this. It was arousing, and made him feel powerful. He was a little worried he would hurt you, but the way you begged him for more indicated that wouldn’t really be an issue. 

“I want to make you feel good.” You say, and he’s sucking at your collarbone. He just shakes his head.

“Mm- that’s okay.” He says, moving to your ear on the left side. Your smile fades a little.

“Well…does…it not feel good anymore? As a ghoul I mean….”  He gives you a warning look and at first you’re worried he’ll lash out or even worse, stop. But he doesn’t do either, instead his face softens a little.

“It does feel good for me but I don’t know how it will feel for you. It won’t be what you’re used to. Not….the same….” He admits. You smile comfortingly at him. 

“Can I touch you? Just touch…I won’t….I won’t do anything, won’t even move my hand I just want to feel.” You say, and he sighs, unbuckling his pants.

He picks up your right hand and puts it inside them. When you put your hand on the cold, slightly toughened skin you immediately want to feel more, to palm it, feel the head, perhaps, but you told him you wouldn’t, so instead you just softly felt what he let you. 

“Pretty freaky, huh?” He asks. You’re still smiling and you shake your head reassuringly. 

“Can you feel it when I move my hand up and down it?” You question, softly. He closes his eyes, embarrassed. 

“You felt it, that’s enough….” He says. You remove your hand and gaze into his eyes pleadingly. 

“If it sucks, I can stop.” You say. He lets out an embarrassed groan. 

“You can move it one time. But if I say stop you damn well better listen-“

“Yeah that’s like a pretty well known rule for anyone who isn’t a raper, Cooper…” 

“Jesus that wasn’t what I- just have at it already.” He says, and you laugh, returning your hand. You move your hand further down and fuck, he’s bigger than the pants had lead on. You grasp it a little harder, moving your hand up and down. You explore his balls too, and somehow his body felt exactly as you thought it would. You run your thumb over the head and he lets out the cutest sound you could have imagined. You smile up at him.

“Well that was a sound.” You tease, and he rolls his eyes, smiling back. You start palming him faster and he lets out a quiet and heavy breath. 

“Can I take them off Cooper?” You ask, and he knows he’s already given this much of himself to you, there really wasn’t that much more to lose.

“What do you say?” He asks, wanting to maintain any sort of power he once had over you. You nod, accepting his tactics. 

“Please?” He agrees and you push his pants down. He steps over them and you toss them to the other wall of the building. You’re moving at a fast pace now. He’s moaning and gasping, putting his hand on your cheek approvingly. Then, a familiar warm liquid paints the tip of him and you want so desperately to try it for yourself. 

“Want….want to taste you, please.”

“No way…we don’t know what that could do-“ You laugh.

“Worried I’m gonna become Spiderman or something?” He looks at you confused. 

“What the fuck is a ‘spiderman?’ 

“You know the protagonist from giant insects invade?  The magazine?”

“No…” He dismisses quickly, and you can’t help but smile at that reaction. 

“Well, for your info, spiderman had some amazing tips about resisting radiation, in fact I’d say I’m like…5 percent more resistant since reading it”

“You do realise 5 is not a high number…”

“We gotta start somewhere.” 

“Look just…use your hand for now okay?” You groan. 

“I’m not scared of a few rads, we don’t even know it’ll spread that way.” He laughs.

“You really want this, huh?” He asks, and you know he’s mocking you, but fuck do you want it.

“Yes.” You admit, and to your surprise, he points down at the ground and you smile, going down to your knees and straddling his hips. You put your mouth on the tip slowly, sucking deeply. He puts a hand on your hair and it makes you even more into it, allowing you the confidence to put more of him in your mouth. The texture is intriguing on your tongue, and the more you lick the more he whines. 

“Fuck…you’re uh, not too bad at that.” Cooper says, and you bring him out of your mouth for a quick breath. 

“That was almost a compliment.” You say, putting your mouth back down onto him even further, sucking and gagging deliciously at his cock.

“Mmm…that’s my girl.” He says, putting his hand on your head.

“Is it okay if I p…” He let’s out a moan he had been trying to fight before continuing. “Push your head down lightly?” You hum in agreement.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” He questions, pushing you down and pulling you back up.

“Fuck….fuck mmm….good girl….good….” He babbles as you taste away at where he’s the most sensitive. 

“You might want to go up soon sweetheart, I’m gonna cum.” He says, and you feel attachment issues to the taste and feel of his sensitive cock when you remove your mouth, replacing the pleasure with your hand. It only takes a few more seconds until his eyes roll back and he’s spilling all over your hand.

“Mmmnggh….” He sighs…leaning his head back against the wall. You stand back up a little shakily and he kisses you deeply. 

“How do you feel…?” He asks. You sigh.

“I haven’t turned into a giant insect yet.” You say, pretending to be disappointed. He just laughs. 

“I’ve never read those awesome tales, too nerdy.” He teases. You hit him playfully.

“Shots fired.” You laugh back. He cups your head in his hands and you can tell he’s thinking about something.

“What is it?” You question. He looks at you endearingly, questioning whether or not to respond.

“What do you think would happen if…I went inside…” He asks, lowering his voice to an embarrassed whisper. You gleam back at him, not realising this was something you could have even considered.

“We should find out.” You suggest, eagerly. He laughs at your enthusiasm. 

“You are really something else, sweetheart. Shit’s been tough out here for you I take it?” He asks, pulling your shirt off over your head. 

He practically gapes over your unmarked figure and the pretty bra you have on. Not to mention what’s in them.

“Well, it would be refreshing to meet someone who isn’t a cockhead.” You reply, and he’s still too focused to really take in your answer.

“Like what you see, Cooper?” You ask gently, and he still doesn’t avert his gaze. 

“Can I kiss them?” He asks. You laugh encouragingly. 

“You don’t need to ask me for that.” You say, unclipping your bra. As soon as his eyes made contact with your sensitive nipples which hardened in the new environment and at the site of the ghoul this obsessed over anyone, he latched his mouth to them, fiddling with the pretty, pink skin and sucking rather than the kissing he had talked about. You smile at the site of it, he looked so fucking adorable like this. 

“Got mummy issues or something Coop? Sucking away at me like this.” You tease. He goes up and kisses your mouth again. 

“You really do have a tongue on you.” He says, leaning over you, putting his elevated arms on either side of your head. 

“Gonna put you in your place…” He coos, still enjoying the site of your naked figure. He removes any of his remaining clothes very quickly and tosses them with the rest. You put a hand to his bare skin. 

“Wait…can you bring the hat back?” You ask. Visible confusion reaches the ghouls face.

“The hat….why?” You flush.

“Nevermi-“

“Does my hat make you horny?” He asks, genuinely surprised. You nod.

“Kinda.” You admit, and he doesn’t need a further explanation than that, grabbing his hat and placing it firmly on his head.

“mmm.” You say, admiring the view. 

He puts his hands on your hips, holding them firmly.

“You ready?” You could laugh at his words. The fact he thought he would even need to ask is beyond you. This is the most relaxed you have felt in years and the fact that this comfort was something you could only find while having sex with a 200 year old, mutated, violent human is a reality that is questionable at best. 

“Yes…please fuck me….” You breathe out, and he lines himself up with your glistening hole. 

“Oh I will sweetheart. I will…” He reassures, but not without sliding himself in between your folds first. You shut your eyes tightly. 

“Fuck…” You sigh, and he just laughs. 

“What? My little slut can’t wait hm? Want me inside that bad?” You would hit him for the teasing, but you had no idea what kind of repercussion that would have, so you just nod dumbly. 

“Well alright then.” He says, finally pushing the majority of himself inside you. It burns so fucking good. Your eyes roll back, you bite your bottom lip, fuck he’s impressive.

“Shh, shh, shh…” He reassures as he thrusts out of you and slowly edges back in. “You can take it.” At first, the slow pace was unbearable as his tough skin explored your warm walls, but then, he starts increasing the pace, still making sure he goes hard enough like you deserved for lying to him. He puts a hand on your neck, still fucking you deeply. 

“Mmm, wanted this so-“ He thrusts harder. “Bad. I coulda killed you for this.” He says. You nod.

“Why didn’t y- fuck….” You moan. He tuts at you mockingly. 

“You don’t ask the questions anymore.” He says, and you’re whimpering and clawing onto his textured skin within an inch of your life.

“Close…” Is the only pathetic word you manage to let out. He kisses you for so long that you let out a desperate gasp for air when he lets go. This only turns him on more of course. 

“Don’t tell me, show me, cum on my fucking cock.” You let out pornographic moan, clawing into his skin as you feel his warmth spill into you. He lets out a hot, low moan that sends your thoughts fucking spiralling. 

Still riding your high, he kisses all over you, sucking on your neck and other parts of your body again. When you’re finally finished cumming, he eases you off of his lap and you put your panties back on. He watches you fondly. 

“Did…I convince you to let me live then?” You ask, putting the remainder of your clothes back on. He smiles.

“Oh yes.” He replies mischievously. “you were very persuasive.”