Day 3: Costumes/Roleplay
Lucy tightened the leather straps on her wrist guards, flexing her fingers as she glanced at her reflection in the cracked mirror. The raider costume fit her perfectly—worn leather armor hugging her body in all the right places, rough patches of cloth stitched together haphazardly to complete the look of someone who had spent years surviving in the wasteland. She looked fierce, dangerous, and completely in character for the night ahead.
Her hand brushed the small blade at her waist, one of the many weapons strapped to her body. She wouldn't need it, not really—but the thrill of playing this role, of stepping into the shoes of someone ruthless and brutal, sent a pulse of excitement through her. Her hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, and streaks of black grease marked her cheeks, completing the wild, untamed look.
Tonight wasn't just any night.
It was Halloween, and Lucy and Cooper had decided to do something a little different—something that blurred the line between fantasy and reality in ways they both craved. The plan had been brewing for weeks, and now, as she prepared for the night ahead, Lucy could feel her pulse quicken with the anticipation of what was to come.
Cooper was waiting for her downstairs, already in costume, and just thinking about it made her lips curl into a wicked smile. He had dressed as a ghoul— not the charming, calculating version of The Ghoul that he played in their usual encounters, but something far more primal. Tonight, he was a mindless creature, driven by base instincts, wild and unhinged. And Lucy, dressed as a raider, was his captor.
The game had already begun, and it would only get more intense from here.
With a final glance in the mirror, Lucy grabbed her bag—filled with makeshift props and a few other essentials she might need—and headed downstairs. The house was dimly lit, candles flickering in the corners, casting long shadows across the walls. The atmosphere was perfect for the roles they were about to play.
As she descended the stairs, the silence of the room was broken by a low growl—a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. She knew exactly what—or rather, who—was waiting for her. Cooper was already deep in character, and she could feel the energy in the air shift as she stepped into the room.
Her eyes found him immediately, crouched in the corner near the broken window. His skin was pale, almost gray, with deep lines etched into his face. His clothes were tattered, stained with dirt and grime, and his shoulders were hunched as though the weight of his own body was too much to bear. The transformation was startling—Cooper had fully committed to the role of a mindless ghoul, his entire demeanor twisted and feral. His eyes were clouded, unfocused, his lips pulled back in a snarl that revealed sharp, yellowed teeth.
For a brief moment, Lucy's heart skipped a beat, the realism of the costume pulling her into the fantasy completely.
She crossed the room slowly, her boots clicking softly against the worn wooden floor as she approached him. "Look what I caught in the wasteland," she said, her voice dripping with mockery, stepping fully into her role as a raider. "A filthy, mindless ghoul."
Cooper—no, the ghoul —let out a low, guttural growl, his body shifting as if preparing to lunge at her. His movements were slow, jerky, like a creature that hadn't eaten in days and was now driven by hunger alone. His fingers twitched, claws curling as he eyed her with a mix of instinct and desperation.
Lucy smirked, her hand resting on the hilt of her blade. "Easy now," she warned, circling him like a predator. "I know you're hungry, but you'll have to wait your turn. I'm not done with you yet."
The ghoul snarled again, his body tense as he watched her every movement, but he didn't attack. Not yet. He was waiting for the right moment—Lucy could see it in the way his eyes tracked her, even through the haze of his costume.
"You're not going to hurt me, are you?" she taunted, her voice full of false innocence as she stepped closer, her boot nudging the makeshift chain that was loosely wrapped around his wrist, holding him in place. "You wouldn't bite the hand that feeds you… would you?"
With a sudden, animalistic roar, the ghoul lunged at her. Lucy's reflexes kicked in immediately, and she dodged to the side, her heart racing as adrenaline spiked through her veins. The ghoul slammed into the ground where she had been standing just moments before, his claws scraping against the wood with a sound that made her skin prickle.
The air between them crackled with intensity, the lines between fantasy and reality blurring as they both sank deeper into their roles.
Lucy straightened, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she pulled her blade from its sheath, the metal gleaming in the candlelight. "Is that all you've got?" she taunted, twirling the knife in her hand. "I expected more from a creature like you."
The ghoul let out another snarl, his body shifting as he prepared to attack again, but this time, Lucy was ready. She moved quickly, closing the distance between them with practiced ease, her blade pressed against his throat before he could react.
"Gotcha," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear as she pressed her body against his, pinning him to the floor. The ghoul struggled beneath her, his movements frantic, but Lucy held him firmly in place, her blade just barely nicking the skin of his neck. "You're mine now."
Cooper—the ghoul—growled again, his chest heaving as he writhed beneath her, his eyes wide and wild. Lucy could feel the tension in his body, the way he was still holding back, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
But she wasn't going to give him the chance.
With a swift, practiced motion, Lucy flipped the blade, sliding it back into its sheath before she grabbed a fistful of the ghoul's shirt, pulling him up roughly. Her lips hovered near his ear as she whispered, "I think you need to be taught a lesson."
She dragged him toward the bed, her grip firm as the ghoul struggled against her, his movements jerky and erratic. His breath came in harsh gasps, his body tense with the effort of resisting her, but Lucy didn't relent. She shoved him onto the mattress, her hand on his chest, pushing him down as she climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.
The ghoul let out a low, guttural snarl, his hands reaching for her, but Lucy was faster. She grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear.
"Stay still," she commanded, her voice dark and full of authority. "Or I'll make sure you regret it."
The ghoul's body tensed beneath her, but he obeyed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he lay still beneath her. Lucy smirked, satisfaction coursing through her as she tightened her grip on his wrists, her thighs squeezing around his waist.
"Good boy," she whispered, her voice dripping with mockery as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his neck.
The heat between them was palpable now, the tension building with every second as Lucy held him down, her body pressing against his. She could feel the hardness between his legs, the way his body reacted to her, even through the haze of the costume. Her own desire was building rapidly, the power of having him beneath her, at her mercy, sending a rush of heat straight to her core.
But this wasn't over yet. Not by a long shot.
Lucy's fingers slid down his chest, trailing over the tattered fabric of his shirt before slipping beneath the waistband of his pants. The ghoul let out a low groan, his body trembling beneath her touch, but he didn't move. He was waiting—just like she was.
"You want this, don't you?" she murmured, her fingers teasingly brushing against the hardness between his legs. "Even monsters like you need something… don't they?"
The ghoul's breath hitched, his hips jerking up instinctively, but Lucy's grip on his wrists tightened, keeping him pinned in place. She leaned down, her lips hovering just above his, her breath warm against his skin as she whispered, "I'm in control here. You'll get what you want… when I say so."
The ghoul let out another growl, his chest heaving as his body strained beneath hers, but Lucy didn't give in. She moved slowly, her fingers sliding lower, teasing him, making him wait. The tension between them was thick, electric, and Lucy reveled in the power she held over him, the way his body responded to her touch, even as he fought to maintain control.
And then, when she knew he was right on the edge—when she could feel the desperation in his every movement—Lucy finally gave him what he wanted.
With deliberate slowness, she slid her hands down his hips, pulling his pants down over his legs. The ghoul— Cooper —growled low in his throat, his breath coming in sharp, ragged bursts as Lucy's fingers worked to strip him completely, leaving him exposed, vulnerable. His cock was hard, twitching with need, and Lucy's eyes flicked up to meet his, a smirk curling on her lips as she caught the dark, hungry gleam in his gaze.
But she wasn't done yet.
Lucy straightened, her own heart pounding in her chest as she began to undo the straps on her own raider costume. The leather was tight against her skin, and the movements were slow, sensual, as she peeled the layers off one by one, making sure Cooper watched every second of it. His eyes tracked her movements hungrily, his body still trembling with the raw desire she'd spent so long building up between them.
Finally, she stood before him completely bare, her skin flushed from both the heat of the moment and the anticipation of what was to come. The cool air of the room brushed against her skin, but the warmth radiating between them more than made up for it.
Climbing back onto the bed, Lucy straddled his hips, her hands resting on his chest as she leaned down, her lips hovering over his. "You've waited long enough, haven't you?" she whispered, her breath warm against his lips.
Cooper growled again, his hips jerking upward, but Lucy pressed him back down, her fingers digging into his chest just enough to keep him still. "Not yet," she murmured, her lips brushing against his as she teased him. "I'm in control, remember?"
The ghoul— the man beneath the mask —stilled, his body tense with barely-contained need as Lucy shifted her hips, her body aligning with his. She could feel the heat of him between her legs, the way his cock pressed against her entrance, and for a moment, she held still, letting the anticipation build even higher.
And then, with one slow, deliberate movement, she sank down onto him, taking him inside her inch by inch.
The sensation hit them both like a wave, a low moan escaping Lucy's lips as her body adjusted to him, the stretch of him filling her completely. Cooper groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as his hips bucked upward instinctively, his cock buried deep inside her. The warmth, the slick heat of her body around him, was overwhelming, and Lucy could feel the way his body trembled beneath her, barely holding back.
But she wasn't going to let him rush it.
With a low, satisfied moan, Lucy began to move, her hips rolling slowly as she rode him, savoring every inch of him inside her. The pace was deliberate, teasing—just enough to drive Cooper wild, but not enough to give him what he desperately wanted. Her hands rested on his chest, her fingers digging into his skin as she set the rhythm, her breath coming in soft gasps as the heat between them built.
Cooper's body responded immediately, his hips jerking upward in an attempt to meet her movements, but Lucy pressed him back down with a firm hand, maintaining control. "Not yet," she murmured, her voice low and breathless. "You're going to wait for it."
The ghoul beneath her— the wild creature Cooper had become tonight —let out a guttural growl, his fingers twitching as though he wanted to grab her hips and take control himself, but the weight of Lucy's dominance held him in place. His chest heaved with the effort of holding back, his body trembling as she continued to ride him, slow and steady, building the tension higher with each roll of her hips.
Lucy could feel the intensity radiating off him—the way his body strained against the desire to flip her over, to take what he wanted. But that wasn't the game tonight. Tonight, she was the one in control, and every time Cooper's hips lifted to thrust into her, she slowed her pace, teasing him, keeping him on the edge of madness.
The heat between them was electric, the friction of their bodies driving Lucy closer to the edge with every passing second. Her own breath was coming in short, shallow bursts now, her skin flushed as the pleasure built inside her. She could feel the tension coiling tight in her core, threatening to snap, but she held on, pushing herself to go slow, to draw it out for as long as possible.
Beneath her, Cooper's control was slipping. His growls had deepened, his eyes dark with lust as he watched her ride him, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His hands gripped the sheets beneath him, his fingers curling into fists as he fought to keep still, to let her lead, but Lucy could see how close he was to breaking. She could feel it in the way his cock pulsed inside her, in the way his body tensed with every slow, agonizing thrust.
"Lucy," he groaned, his voice rough with desperation. "Please…"
The sound of him begging— the feral, wild ghoul reduced to this —sent a fresh wave of heat surging through her. Lucy bit her lip, her own body trembling as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable height. She was so close, her muscles tightening around him as she rode him harder now, faster, her movements no longer teasing but frantic, desperate for release.
Cooper's hips jerked upward, finally finding the rhythm she had set, and Lucy moaned loudly as he thrust into her, his cock filling her completely with every movement. The heat between them intensified, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room as they both chased their release, the tension between them reaching its peak.
"Come for me," Lucy gasped, her hands gripping his chest as she rode him harder, her body trembling with the force of her own impending orgasm. "Come with me…"
That was all Cooper needed. With a deep, guttural growl, he thrust up into her one last time, his body shuddering as he finally let go, his release crashing over him with the force of a tidal wave. Lucy's body responded instantly, her orgasm hitting her like a shockwave, her muscles clenching tightly around him as the pleasure ripped through her, leaving her gasping and trembling.
She cried out, her head falling back as wave after wave of ecstasy tore through her, her body shaking uncontrollably as she came, her hips grinding down against him, drawing out every last bit of pleasure. Cooper groaned beneath her, his hands finally coming up to grip her hips as he thrust into her one last time, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
For a long moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, both of them gasping for breath as the intensity of their release slowly faded. Lucy's chest heaved, her body still trembling as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her, leaving her feeling warm and spent.
Finally, Lucy collapsed onto his chest, her cheek resting against his skin as she caught her breath, her body completely relaxed now in the warm aftermath of their encounter. Cooper's arms wrapped around her, pulling her close as they lay together in the quiet, the sound of their breathing the only thing filling the room.
"Fuck," Lucy whispered, her voice breathless and filled with satisfaction as she pressed a soft kiss to his chest. "That was… intense."
Cooper chuckled softly, his hand sliding up her back as he held her close. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice rough but full of warmth. "You really know how to drive a man crazy, you know that?"
Lucy smiled against his skin, her fingers lazily tracing the lines of his chest as she let herself sink into the warmth of his embrace. "Maybe," she teased, her voice soft. "But I think you like it when I do."
Cooper laughed again, his chest rumbling beneath her as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I think you're right."
For a while, they just lay there, their bodies entwined, the heat of their passion slowly fading into a comfortable, sated silence. The energy from their roleplay had melted away, leaving behind the quiet intimacy that always followed these moments—the kind of connection that went deeper than the games they played.
Eventually, Lucy shifted, lifting her head to look at him, her lips curving into a soft smile. "So," she said, her voice playful. "Was I a convincing raider?"
Cooper grinned, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Oh, you were more than convincing," he replied, his voice filled with affection. "I think you might've been a little too good at it."
Lucy laughed, her body finally relaxing completely as she rested her head on his chest again, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. "Well, you weren't exactly a helpless ghoul," she teased, her voice light.
"Maybe next time," Cooper murmured, his hand stroking her back gently. "But for tonight… I think you won."
Lucy's smile widened as she closed her eyes, letting herself relax fully into his embrace. "Yeah," she whispered, her voice soft. "I think I did."