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Day 31 -- Edward Deegan

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 31 are just below the cut!

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Aphrodisiacs with Edward Deegan x g/n!Sole

Lordy lordy, how I was SO excited to write for this man. And hopefully this doesn't disappoint!

Sorry it took so long to get out as well, some life stuff came up this past week that held me up, but it's out now! 😁

I hope you all enjoy immensely lol 😏

Also, thank you to everyone who indulged me this October! Your support (especially with some of these lesser-known characters) was absolutely amazing! ❤️ I'm going to be taking somewhat of a lil break for the next couple weeks to post everything on AO3 and recover lol, but after that, I'll post an update and see about opening up requests for the first time in... Jesus, a VERY long time. I'll talk to y'all then!!!

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Aphrodisiacs, masturbation, fantasies, voyeurism-ish, attempted confessions, actual confessions, kissing, touching, hand jobs, affection, sweetness, cuddling.

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The door burst open with a crash, almost rattling off its hinges in his haste, in his salacious wrath and desperation. Edward closed it just as aggressively, feeling the surface of his skin itch, feeling his breath pull in with heavy, heady gulps that had his chest straining at the seams. Sweat poured from him, in a way the ghoul didn’t even know it could, with his ruined skin.

Is it happening? Is it… working?

He hoped so.

After the hell he just went through? The embarrassment of the overwhelming heat that was encasing him, the labor of his breaths, the haze in his expression. Normally, he’s cool as can be, smooth, stoic, even, but he was gasping, shaking, and more so than that, he was tenting out the front of his cargo pants to the point of blunt obviousness.

The symptoms don’t matter. He told himself, as the memory of Sole's baffled expression flashed in his foggy mind. As long as it works, none of it matters at all.

They’ll see him, for the first time, he hoped, Sole would see what he was before he was… this.

Edward didn’t like to wave his own flag too vigorously, no, he wasn’t a vain man, but he had been… maybe handsome was too strong a word, but he hadn’t been this, that’s for certain. Jack had reminded him time and time again, that he had been more attractive back before his ghoulification, but now he was more intimidating. It made his job of protecting the family and occasionally threatening people a bit easier, they both agreed on that account.

When it came to Sole though… he wasn't sure he wanted to be intimidating.

He didn’t know what he was doing, trying to get wrapped up with a pre-war widow(er) like them, but logic had nothing to do with this shit. Before them, he hadn’t cared, hadn’t minded the way he looked, hadn’t minded his solitude, his loyalty to this family and lack of contact with anyone outside of it. Edward had always promised not to dabble in Jack’s serums, no matter what outcomes they promised, but when it came to Sole, when it came to being… acceptable by their standards, he’d thought this was a good idea, thought it could make him… well, desirable was another strong word for him to use, but he at least hoped they could see him as something more than Jack Cabot’s bodyguard.

Edward growled as he tugged his hat from his head, throwing it to the worn, wooden floor below. His room was dark, musty, and consisted of nothing more than a weapon’s trunk, a dresser and a single bed on the far side of the little room. He cast bits of armor and clothing over the whole of the floor as he moved towards that shoddy mattress, hearing it squeak and protest as he laid back on it and tugged at the stiff fabric of his cargo pants. His underwear followed shortly after, both being kicked to the base of the bed as he spread himself out on it.

He felt he could crawl out of his own skin, hell maybe he wanted that. Maybe the transformation was happening now, but… goddamn, why was he so hard? Why was his mind so... stuck?

It’s true, he was usually thinking of Sole these days, but never this… disrespectfully. That curious expression of theirs as he excused himself from their and Jack’s meeting, the way their eyes had followed him out, the concern he saw there, right at the end. Oh, but how he craved their attention, even when it worried for him.

He imagined the sort of expressions they’d make if he had his hands on them now, if he could’ve stayed, thrown Jack out of the dining room instead of leaving himself. He could take them over the table, lying down the dining mats to keep the wood from harshly bruising their soft skin as his hands moved over their body, as he laid overtop them, pressing them into the oaken hardness until they were arching against it, setting his mouth on them, his lack of lips, his hot tongue, hearing them gasp, feeling them grow needy beneath his worshipful touch.

Edward’s breaths left him in pants now, very nearly moans as he found his dry, rough hand moving over his rigid, drooling cock.

What the hell?

He hadn’t even realized he’d grabbed ahold of himself, he’d been so wrapped up in his fantasy. Already, the sensitive skin around his shaft burned with the ungentle friction of his hand, but… he couldn’t stop himself, no matter how he tried to use logic, tried to think about the pain his thrusting palm was causing him, it was even more painful to consider pulling away, to leave himself stiff and wanting.

It was impossible, too, not to think of Sole. As much as it made him feel dirty, it made his teeth grit and his chest ache, there was nothing else in Edward’s head. No thoughts beyond them. He had no past, no present, no Cabot issues, no frustrations beyond the need to be near to Sole, the want to feel them in his arms, the gripping, dizzying necessity of feeling their warmth all around him, caressing, encasing his cock.

It was shallow, it was rude, it was creepy, but fuck… it felt too good.

He kept imaging it, in details like brushstrokes of a world-famous masterpiece, he saw the light in their eyes, the way their hair spread like a crown around their head, splendid and mussed from his attentions, the glisten of their spit on their lips, of his spit mingling there from their recent kisses, that vein bulging in their neck from the strain of holding back, from the greatness of the pleasure he brought them.

“Sole, holy shit…” Edward rasped through gritted teeth, hearing the slap of skin as his hand moved rapidly over his erection, hitting the base of him with such force it had him flinching and bucking into his touch in the same movement.

“Wish you were here.” He growled out, his voice a dry husk, breathless and scratchy.

If they were here though, is this really what they’d want to be seeing? Want to be doing... with him?

Probably not. Edward’s mind tried to reason. Still though, shit doesn’t stop me from wanting it. Needing it.

What the hell was in that serum?

The ghoul felt his cock might burst into flames with the increasing friction of his hand. He felt the foreskin catching at his textured palms, his calloused fingers, he felt pre-cum drooling down steadily, slicking what little it could as his hand tugged and bullied himself until tears sprung to the corners of his pale, bloodshot eyes.

Sweat poured in rivers down the grooves of his flesh, unchanged, unsmoothed and still just as ghoulish as it’d been yesterday and a hundred years before that.

If it doesn’t heal me… what will this serum do?

It was all his mind could afford to think. In short sentences, simple collections of words, as the bulk of his focus remained on Sole. Their face in the throes of pleasure, the imagined feel of them all around him. Their sweet scent, gritty but old-fashioned, somewhere between the adventures of the Commonwealth and home. The way their nails would scrape at his skin, the way they’d breathe his name, the way they’d seek him out, their eyes, their lips, their affections, all for him... In this ideal, fictional headspace of his.

Still though, Edward's imagination had his body frantically catching up, growing closer and closer to his release as he painted the image in his mind of what they’d look like in the midst of their own climactic end, brought about by his hand. The way they’d cry his name, grip tightly to his cock, pull him further into their desperate grasp as they shuddered below his frame– it was so real, his imagining of it all, that Edward went tumbling over the edge right along with them.

The ghoul couldn’t help the gasps leaving him, the moans that he begged the drywall not to allow to pass through, just in case Sole’s meeting was over now, in case Jack came to check on him, in case the house was silent, but for him. It was no use pleading with the house though, not when his voice was so stubborn.

Not when his imagination decided to materialize something beyond his comprehension– beyond his wildest fears.

“Shit… Ed– I’m sorry, I should-- yeah, I'll just...”

Sole’s voice was so quiet, like it was entering his ears from another dimension; distant, like melodies from a neighbor’s radio across the street.

He almost didn’t react to their presence at all.

Almost.

No true words left the ghoul, then, as he frantically pulled the scratchy blanket over his lap on the mattress. It did little to cover the way his erection still stood, stiff and stubborn, tenting the fabric as he moved to conceal it and as much else of him as he possibly could in such haste.

Edward allowed himself one clear of his throat, before he began apologizing, explaining his actions away, pleading their forgiveness, questioning if they saw anything– all at once in a strange amalgamation of nonsense that even he scratched his head at.

“S-sorry. Not– This isn’t– You should probably– Ah, shit, Sole…” He ended with a defeated shake of his head, feeling embarrassment of two separate types heating his ears and cheeks with each passing moment they spent looking over at him. First, was the shame of this person that he loved and admired seeing him utterly debased and wretched in his dark little room, with their name on his tongue as he did it. Second… Well, the shame that he’d tried to change himself for them, without even knowing if they were interested at all, that he’d been so desperate as to do this to himself, rather than simply be honest with them.

Two hundred years of protecting an ancient, powerful family from all manners of incomprehensible harm, and he was still a coward. Afraid of his own feelings, afraid of rejection, afraid of his own damn skin.

“Are you…” Their gentle voice snapped him out of his mental anguish, “I just wanted to come and check on you. After you ran out on the meeting, well… It looked like you were gonna be sick or something. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Edward gulped, audibly and visually, and felt another wave of heat threaten to consume him, his cock jerking angrily below the blanket as a chill ran up his spine.

Knock it off. His command to his body became more of a plea as he felt the serum bubbling up in his veins once again.

“Wish you hadn’t seen this, Sole.”

They didn’t leave, didn’t cringe or cry out or laugh at him, not when they first saw him, and not now. No, instead, Sole reached around and closed the door with a click behind them as they stepped into the dim little room, and made their way to sit on the far edge of his bed.

“Are you alright?” Their bright eyes stayed locked to his, “What happened, Edward?”

His name on their lips was like a firebrand to his heart, setting it aglow with new, resounding affection that made his fingers twitch and his teeth grit together.

“The serum…” He managed out, “Thought I could take some. See what happens, see if…”

Edward’s own gasp interrupted him, as his body carried on with its basal needs without his consent. His fists clenched until his knuckles ached, until he felt the blood flow from his wrists halt in its tracks.

“That’s what did this to you?” Sole blinked at him, their eyes remaining respectfully on his face as his body reacted to their voice, their proximity, the continuing effects of that damned serum. Still though, even with all their unflappable respect for him, Edward could see they way their fingers fidgeted, the way their face seemed to heat, the way they so stubbornly made sure to keep their gaze on his face, and as far from his lap as they could without being overtly obvious.

"Jack said that he was experimenting a bit with the serums, but this is... Well..."

Sole cleared their throat as Edward mentally kicked himself.

Should've checked with the boss before trying this shit out on myself.

Idiot.

They must've seen the way he chastised himself within, for in the next moment, Sole scooted themself closer, and put a hand on his covered knee.

"I don't know if it's any of my business, really, but... Why did you take it?"

None of their business..? Edward could've laughed aloud at that. If only they knew.

"Thought it could help." He said vaguely, his voice still strained, his breath still more rapid than it had any right to be.

The place where their hand laid over his knee, even with the bed sheet keeping their skin from his, zapped life-giving defibrillations all throughout his body. It charged the blood in his veins, collected in pockets of heat in his chest, the base of his spine, the back of his head, between his legs, imprisoning the words in his head that he fought to pull out through his mouth. He wanted to tell them the truth, felt he needed to now, that they deserved to hear it, but his body demanded more. It wanted to act on his debased musings and pull Sole into his arms right now, to set his hungry mouth upon them, to tell them, not with his voice, but with the grip of his hands, the aching need of his heavy breaths, to show them, in favor of messily prying the words from his throat.

Can't do that. His true self told his body firmly, as many times as it could, to keep his hands in place on the mattress, to keep his eyes on the wall, rather than sweeping over their vault-suit clad body.

If I give myself an inch, I may not be able to stop.

That terrified him more than any other effect the serum could have on him. It scared him and made his mind and body tremble like the thought of becoming feral.

"Help what?" Sole prompted with a gentle whisper, and he could taste their breath as it washed over him. Jack's dessert coffee. Chocolate bon bons. Those sweet, frozen cherries the family has managed to keep all these years.

Edward's mouth watered.

"Edward?"

He must've been silent longer than he realized, but finally, the ghoul was able to blink, to take in a breath and hold it there, rather than panting it back out straightaway like a dog.

Maybe it's wearing off?

He could only hope.

Yet... The persisting aching firmness of his cock, the sweat collecting at the base of his back and along his chest, under his arms, it all told a different story.

"Sorry," He all but choked out the word. "I... It was for you."

Forcibly, he took the chance and set his gaze upon their face, trying to keep his body under his firm control as he took in their reaction.

"M-me? How... Why?"

Why? He let out a dry chuckle. That's a dangerous question to ask if you want to be out of here before dawn.

"Wanted to be better. Wanted to change so you could... So we..." A forceful shudder ran through his body, stilling his tongue, forcing his muscles to clench until they knotted, making his hips buck up off of the mattress until Sole was forced to pull their hand away.

"Shit--" His voice was back to a growl: low, intense, and charged with carnal desire he only dreamed he could keep at bay. "Have to leave, Sole. It's coming back."

"W-what is?" They stayed firmly, infuriatingly, next to him on the bed, their voice concerned, but also... something else.

"Edward," He felt his cock pulse and drool below the sheet at the way his name left them. "Tell me how to help you. I want to help."

"No." The ghoul shook his head, even as it fell backwards, slamming into the wall behind him as his body writhed and demanded attention.

"Please."

Fuck. He thought, his head still shaking in denial. Don't say that.

"It hurts me to see you like this. Especially if I had something to do with it."

Everything to do with it, more like.

"T-touch me."

It left him before Edward had a chance to reign it in, before his consciousness could plead with this serum-induced need of his and tell him to be patient, to speak to Sole, to tell them the whole truth, to take things slow, to make it last.

To his surprise though, instead of being offended, of scoffing and walking away, of looking disgusted or scared at his request, Sole, at last, let their eyes trail down his body. They even smiled as they bit their bottom lip, and moved their hands out towards him.

Without thinking, Edward leaned forward and into their touch, letting their palms press to the rough hills and valleys of his frame, letting them slide over his bare, glistening chest until one moved up to his face, and pulled him into a surprisingly lustful kiss.

Their passion rivalled his own, even, as they crawled almost on top of him, as their fingers thirsted for more area to touch, as they tilted their head and set their soft, warm lips upon his with vigor, kneading over his own marred mouth like his tongue held the key to their survival. It seemed theirs really did, in his case. His body needed them-- their touch-- like life needs water, needs air, needs sunshine, like a heart needs blood and a mind needs a thought. These feelings, the sensations they inspired, were a direct product of his being, but also the very reason he seemed to exist.

Edward finally gave permission for his own hands to set upon them in turn; though, he held back the force that the serum screamed to take them with. Stiffly, his palms caressed their waist, the jut of their hips, the small of their back, up to the base of their neck. He touched them like he was meant to cover them in it, like he was stained with paint meant to encase their entire being. Edward let himself kiss them, too, with the fervor this heat within him demanded. Let himself commit the shape of their lips and the sweet taste of them to his memory.

In case I never get the chance again.

He wasn't sure he'd blame them, if that was the case, but... at this point, there were many signs that pointed to something he hadn't considered.

Do they... Have they wanted me too? All this time?

Edward wished he could ask, but thoughts were like rising steam, and he wasn't able to grasp onto a single one and form it to words. Especially as Sole's hands travelled over him, as their lips left his and they moved their body downwards, adjusting so they could pull the sheet from overtop his bare form.

They did it slowly, their eyes asking before their voice could: 'Is this okay?'

He nodded to them, breathless, with his hands still firmly set upon their body, and they slid the scratchy blanket off him and to the unoccupied side of the mattress.

Sole barely took a pause, their eyes looking him over with just enough time for him to doubt their attraction-- no, their tolerance-- to and of his appearance. But then their hands were moving again, one sliding to the back of his neck, urging him back to their beckoning lips, while the other grazed over the head of his weeping cock, and took it in-hand.

"I've wanted this too, you know." Sole whispered into him, their hand moving slowly but firmly along the stiffness of his shaft, building that ever-growing heat in him to the point of pain.

Edward's mind was so addled, so distracted by their blinding touch, that he almost didn't hear what they'd just confessed. His eyes blinked open, his grip tightened unwittingly on their body as his expression pleaded 'tell me again.'

"You don't have to change a thing, Edward." Their thumb circled over the overly sensitive slit in his cock, and he pulled a hissing breath in between his teeth. "I want you just the way you are now."

Sole leaned in again, and he pressed forward more firmly than intended, thanking them with actions rather than the words he couldn't seem to muster in his current state. He moaned into the kiss, even, as their hand continued its relentless stroking, as it circled and tugged at his skin in a way more delectable than he ever seemed to master, than he ever thought was even possible.

But maybe that was because it was Sole's hand that was doing it.

They tried to pull away, to take in a much needed breath, and Edward couldn't help himself, couldn't pry his phantom lips away from their skin. He set them upon their cheek, down to their jaw, feeling the way their muscles clenched there in response, the way they shuddered when his rough lips journeyed to their sensitive neck.

Edward could feel everything.

He wasn't sure if it was the serum, or just the way his mind and heart clung to this contact-- to the fact that he was really here, doing this with Sole, with the man/woman of his dreams and most profound desires-- but he could feel every raise of a goosebump on their skin, feel their pulse thundering in their veins, could taste the essence of their being in their scent, on their flesh.

Their whole story: living before the war, the soap they'd used all those years ago, the cream they'd rubbed into their skin, and then their years locked away in their frozen prison, the hint of ice, of coolness they radiated from those long years, the ache of their great sadness, the strain of their muscles for undergoing that horrendous trauma. It was all there, beneath the touch of his lips, caressed by the heat of his breath. Edward cherished every bit of it, loved them for their scars, the same way they cared for him in spite of his own.

He didn't know why he didn't let himself see if before, didn't let himself believe it was true, but they really were a fine match.

Him and Sole... they understood each other. He knew their experiences better than any born and raised wastelander could, knew their struggles more intimately than the Cabot family ever could... and Sole knew of his own suffering more than any other human ever could.

Why'd I have to turn to extremes so soon? Risk fucking this up...

It was the only question-- the only thought-- he could stand to formulate as of now, as their grip squeezed over him, as their stiff fingers wrung his pleasure from his core out to the surface. Edward felt it building, felt the swell, the rhythm of his bucking hips grow fevered and desperate, and he felt their smile, even, before he glanced up to see it.

It was a focused sort of grin, their brows were drawn, their pupils blown wide and dark and wanting in a way that he thought it might just be his own reflection shining in them.

How could Sole look this way, for a man like me? A man, that isn't even--

The ghoul didn't have time to finish that thought, not as their thumb swiped over his tip again, as their other hand went down to join the first, massaging and kneading over his aching, burning, destitute hardness until he was holding back cries.

The meat of his wrist fit between clenching teeth, his forehead pressed to the hardness of Sole's collarbone as he leaned into the contact, aching and screaming for more with everything apart from his voice.

If Jack heard, or Wilhelmina...

If he hadn't been so occupied, he might've shuddered at the thought.

But this? Letting go, being vulnerable, allowing himself pleasure, a moment that was truly private between him and Sole? Anything was worth that. He'd lose his job, his room here, his name, his life, if it meant he could do this, see this, feel this again, with Sole by his side, in his arms, touching him this way.

He half wondered if he'd passed out in his bed after the last bout of pleasure, if he'd fallen asleep and the serum inspired the sweetest dream there was.

Sole's voice though, the feel of them, the way their scent and being surrounded him in every way... it couldn't be the case. It was sweeter than he believed reality could be, especially these days, but damnit, there was no doubt in his head that it was real.

"Let go, Edward."

Their voice was pleading with him, their hands pulling him along, never ceasing, as they brought him straight into that all-encompassing bliss. He couldn't hold back now, not at his climax, and Edward's head flew back, his muscles straining, his mouth falling open to release the most animalistic of sounds: a groan from the very base of him that had Sole writhing and gasping right along with him.

I made him sound like that. Their touch cried out as their hands squeezed and clenched until his essence was spilling out onto his clenching stomach, pouring down over their fingers and soiling the bedsheets below.

"Yes." Sole breathed, and he felt another shudder jolt through him, another spurt of seed from his pulsing cock. "That's it, hon. Let go for me."

Tears were collecting at the sides of Edward's eyes, his relief and euphoric release leaving him in trembles and heavy breaths.

It took a few moments, took the last of his pleasure to bleed out, and then Edward was back on earth, back in his room, back in this skin once more.

Sole pulled their touch from his over-sensitive cock, wiping their soiled hands carefully on the bedsheet before lying down beside him and resting their head on his shoulder. A cool hand smoothed its way over his body, making a home over his sweltering, still-heaving chest as Sole clung to him.

The serum hadn't quite worked, not the way Edward had intended it to, but... It really had worked though, hadn't it? Not the way he imagined, sure, but the end result was... close enough.

He didn't even realize it, not until his cheeks began to ache, but he was smiling, grinning toothily like a fool in love, as Sole rested against him, as he wound his arms around their form, holding them close, savoring every ounce of the person who accepted him, who didn't turn him away, who cared for him... as he was.

"Thank you." He rasped, sliding his hands over them as soothingly as he could manage.

Sole only hummed, a sweet, happy sound, and he felt the vibration of it throughout his body as they lay against him.

He felt at peace, then. He felt warm, he felt sated and valued and more content than he could ever recall before, and yet... A familiar sort of churning, a boiling sensation rose from deep inside him. His muscles twitched and his tired member gave a rousing pulse between his legs.

Edward could only swallow and do the ghoul equivalent of blushing, as Sole's wide eyes peeked up at him with one eyebrow quirked in question. Though, as he looked down at them-- in a coy, apologetic sort of way-- they still wore that fond, fiendish smile.

The night wasn't over just yet.

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omg that proctor ingram fic had me clawing at the bars of my enclosure 😭😭😭 4.7k words of amazingness!! 99% of the fandom forgets she exists and she has so little content unfortunately😔 When you open your requests you should definitely write more about our favorite BoS engineer!!! Also your writing style is so good anndd my rant is over. Have a good day ❤️

Lol, omg, I'm so glad you enjoyed! 😩

She really is so incredibly cool, and I've loved her as a character from the start. Definitely, once reqs are open again, I would be totally open to doing more for her!

And ahh, thank you! I hope you have a wonderful day/night as well! ❤️

the fic in question (nsfw)

#thanks for the ask!#and for reading!#❤️❤️❤️#proctor ingram #ingram fo4 #dwd.nsfw #kinktober 2023

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Day 30 -- Sarah Lyons

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 30 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Breath Play with Sarah Lyons x m!Lone

Sarah Lyons is a badass, that much is definitely true, but I'd like to think she has a soft spot for sweet lil vaulties. 😏

I hope y'all enjoy! <3

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Breath play, shower sex, hand jobs, kissing, touching, light cumplay, light dom/sub dynamics, light femdom.

Words: 1.9k

White steam billowed about their sodden forms, curling upwards in hazy coils that softened Lone’s features to her sultry gaze. Sarah’s eyes were only half-opened, as her arms wrapped around her partner’s shoulders, as she relented to his bullshit suggestion to help save more water.

‘It’s what my father would’ve wanted.’ He’d said, making her laugh and cringe all at once.

But ultimately, Lone was right. It was over now, the Enclave was gone, the purifier was working like it was always meant to, like Lone’s father had always dreamed it would, and, for the first time in her living memory, Sarah Lyons could enjoy the luxury of a hot shower and a bit of relaxation.

Her partner joining her was just the polish on the sword, and this… Their hands roaming over her scarred skin, their lips pressing to hers in passionate clashes, the heat of the water raining down, making her breathless, making Lone look fevered and intense and wild for her– well, more so than usual– it was overwhelming in the best of ways.

Sarah felt as though she had to fight him back, or the ex-vaultie would consume her whole. She’d seen him in the field, knew what he was capable of, and it excited her.

One of her hands smoothed to the front of him, sliding easily over the wetness on his chest, before her fingers found their way to his collarbones, then up to the column of his throat. At the same time, her other hand eased its way down his body leisurely, delighting in the feel of his muscular form, in the ways he’d changed from how she first knew him.

He’d been soft upon their first meeting. Soft, scared, and more out of place than a molerat in a vertibird’s piloting seat.

Then Lone had made a name for himself, he’d hardened along with the landscape that became his new home, he grew closer to what she wanted, what she needed in her life-- what she hadn't known until she met him.

Sarah had thought the Brotherhood would be her companion forevermore, that the Pride would take the place of those relationships she saw blooming at random intervals among Brotherhood knights, but this… What she had with Lone wasn’t what she expected, wanted, even, but now that she had it, she wondered how she ever got by before.

What she and Lone shared, maybe it wasn’t absolutely necessary for her survival, but it made her feel alive like nothing else.

Even the rush of the battlefield didn't quite compare to this thrilling bliss.

Lone’s sounds left him in rough growls as her hand set more firmly over his throat, putting pressure there the way he liked, as her other hand journeyed over his heaving torso, and dipped down to brush over his stiffening erection.

A breathless chuckle left him, and Sarah felt her hand jostle at the bob of his Adam’s apple.

“Mm, Sarah…” It came out so husky already, and she’d barely started with him.

She felt Lone’s hands running up her body in-turn, one grasping at the softness of one breast, as the other dug its short nails into the small of her back, hauling her closer. Her grip only tightened in response, both at his cock and his neck, and Lone released another heady groan.

They knew how to play each other, like the feel of a laser rifle in hand, she knew him now. Lone’s ins and outs, what made him tick, how he operated, where exactly she needed to touch to get the exact response she craved.

“Fuck, baby, your hands are rough.” He growled it out like it irked him, but Sarah smiled at it all the same, and gave him another dizzying squeeze.

“Only to your smooth, baby skin, vaultie.” She chuckled, and saw an answering smile rise to his expression as more of a grimace.

“Just lucky we have all this water,” She continued, her voice low amid the hiss of the shower water hitting the concrete floor below. “Helping to ease my way over you. May not be so fortunate next time.”

“Mm, no.” Lone rasped as she began to work over his cock, using the little lubrication the water provided to work her calloused fingers over the grooves of his swollen shaft. “No, but I don’t– ah, you know I like it rough.”

“That’s what you say.” She teased as she blinked water droplets from her blonde eyelashes. “But it’s hard to believe when you never quit complaining about it.”

Sarah picked up her pace, pulsing her grip around his cock and his throat alike as she began to ease off his air supply, as she felt a tightening heat fill his member to bursting, as his tip began to leak a new kind of lubrication.

“Oh, Sarah,” She mocked him, “Too fast! Too tight, too hard! Mercy, please!” She saw him flinch, his hazy, distant eyes sparking with a good-natured annoyance at her teasing, even as his body started to tremble, as his face started to redden to that same deep color as his cock from the lack of air.

“Not like those silky, sweet hands of… Ah, shit, what was the girl’s name? Amanda?”

“Amat–” Lone tried, but Sarah’s grip melted his word into a helpless moan.

“Doesn’t matter.” She said with a shit-eating grin spread over her features, dulled only slightly by the arousal she felt at seeing her partner this way. “She’s not here now, is she? Nah, you’re stuck with the mean, gruff Brotherhood Sentinel, the one who makes you shake and plead until you're bursting at the seams.”

He damn-near whimpered at that, knowing it to be true.

God, I love when he gets like this.

Her strong, solid Brotherhood brother-in-arms, dissolved down to that sweet, soft vault boy she was remiss to fall for in the first place. Only around her could he let down his guard like this.

She’d been the first of the Brotherhood to meet him, after all, when he had been so oblivious to what he was that he didn’t feel the need to hide it behind that stoic, formidable exterior mask he plastered to himself all the time now.

She loved who he became, loved what he did for the Brotherhood, the CW, the whole entire Wasteland, and she respected the hell out of him for all of it, but… Still, in her own serious, level-headed heart, Sarah had a deep affection for that sweet, stumbling amateur she’d met those months ago.

My sweet Lone… she’d called him one night, brushing her fingers through his hair and feeling the fineness of it. He’d almost looked offended, until he shifted to look into her eyes. Then, Lone knew the truth of it.

She’d loved him all the while, long before she gave herself permission to.

“Please, Sarah.” He choked out around the pressure of her hand. It’d grown more firm without her realizing, her fingers squeezing the walls of his throat so tightly, she could hear the labor it took for him to haul in any semblance of oxygen.

She released her hold slightly, and felt his body heave as it drank in breath. His eyes regained some of their presence; though, now they threatened to roll back in his head as his muscles strained from the feeling of oxygen suddenly flooding into them.

His cock pulsed at the very same time, oozing his precum out over her fingers as his hips bucked, until the stream of the shower washed it away. The warm droplets pattered down like a massage, easing her own muscles while stimulating her partner at the very same time, as she kept the sensitive head of him tilted up to meet the pressure of the water raining down.

“Want to finish for me?” She prompted, her subconscious growing increasingly anxious at the amount of clean, fresh water vanishing down into the drain.

“Yes.” It came out weakly, and the gruffness had a chill erupting up her spine, spreading gooseprickles over her skin as it went. “Let me finish f-for you, Sarah.”

“Buck into me.” She commanded, and Lone instantly relented to her.

His hips clashed wildly into her touch, until the head of his cock was jamming into the skin just below her belly button. She clenched her hand tightly around him, gripping the loose skin until she felt it drag against her palm, until she saw the way his teeth gritted and his face grew dark with the overstimulation of her contact in addition to the distinct absence of oxygen.

“Close.” Lone choked, and Sarah felt his cock pulse in her hand again, this time overtly noticeable, even with the feel of the water battering her skin, she felt his hips tremble as they pushed forward into her, growing more frantic with each passing moment.

The water was growing cooler around her, but she wasn’t sure if it was the time they’d spent there in the shower, or the stifling heat of her own skin making it seem so.

Come on. Her mind urged, as her hand quickened, and as she heard her partner attempt to gasp, as his mouth opened in a silent, winded “O”, she released the pressure on his throat and cock all at once.

Her hand stayed around him on both accounts, but the oxygen flooding in, the lack of stalling pressure around the length of his cock, and he was at his release, gasping audibly this time as he sprayed enthusiastic ropes of his spend onto her belly. Lone’s whole body shook until he was falling against the metal wall behind him, with only Sarah’s hold to keep him standing.

His labored breaths, coming out as weak, raspy moans in his throat’s soreness, had her own arousal chomping at the bit within her, ready for her own bit of stimulation to send her over the edge after him.

I’ll have to wait though. No more wasting water, we’ve been selfish enough as it is.

She felt his member give one last pulse against the grip of her hand, before it softened, and she released him. Lone blinked at her, looking as though he’d just awoken. He was a sodden mess, hair dripping down into his tired eyes, hands shaking, shining chest heaving with his deep intakes of breath, his whole body glistening with shower water and sweat alike.

They allowed themselves both one final run of their hands, hers still firm as they wiped him down, helping to clean the remnants of their recent efforts from his skin, the same as his shaking hands did with her. She reveled in his touch as much as her conscience would allow, the feel of his body's light trembles in the aftermath, the delicate way he wove his fingers over her skin, that deep, genuine care in his fatigued expression.

Then the lever squealed as she reluctantly pulled her hand from him and turned the shower off, the pouring water sputtering as it came to a halt above them.

Lone’s hands were still on her though, grasping around her body, wantonly for the fact that he’d just orgasmed and looked more worn than an initiate after their first day at bootcamp. His fingers dipped between her legs briefly, and he felt her own enthusiasm there, present in the sticky wetness within her folds that had failed to wash off.

“Seems we’re not done yet…” Lone's voice rasped, tired still, but mischievous, and filled with lewd promises for what was to come.

#fallout #fallout 3 #fallout npc #fallout 3 npcs #fallout 3 companions #fo3 #sarah lyons #lyon's pride #fallout sarah lyons #sara lyons fo3 #brotherhood of steel #lone wanderer #m!lone #dwd.nsfw #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

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i really liked the way you wrote six in the julie farkas story, especially the detail you put into them leaning on the doorway

Ahhhh, I love this comment so much, you have no idea ❤️

I had a lot of fun with Six and his little bit of development throughout the story, and I'm so so glad you enjoyed it!

Thanks so much for reading! 😊

The fic in question (nsfw)

#thanks for the ask!#and for reaching out #and for reading!#this was so nice to see #❤️❤️❤️#julie farkas #kinktober 2023 #dwd.nsfw

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10 Fandoms / 10 Characters / 10 Reblogs

Thanks so much @simping-for-paladin-danse for tagging me! This probably took me waaaaaaay too long, but I loved every moment ❤️

Alright, here goes:

1. Fallout

Paladin Danse (god, it was hard to just pick one. Ugh. But I mean, come on, I'm DANSES with dogmeat, so, I pretty much had to go with him.)

(danaduchy.tumblr.com)

2. The Elder Scrolls (Oblivion)

Martin Septim (Also SO HARD to pick one, but... gotta love Martin)

3. Arcane

Silco (between him and Vander and Vi and Sevika and Jinx, and ahh, too many good characters. But... Silco makes me feral, so... you know 😅)

4. Avatar the Last Airbender

Zuko (WHY do we have to just pick one? Best show ever though, and one of my fave characters of all time <3)

5. Game of Thrones

Sandor Clegane / The Hound (I... have no explanation. I do love him though. [anyone else noticing a trend with these last 3???])

(gameofthrones.fandom.com)

6. Star Trek

Data (Another android that I can't get enough of. ❤️)

(danglingthpider.tumblr.com)

7. Stranger Things

Eleven / Jane Hopper (She's just the coolest. This was also such a hard fandom to pick one character for though. 😅)

8. Harry Potter

Remus Lupin (My love ❤️)

9. Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker (Messed up babygirl, but HOLY SHIT so much character arc. Just SO MUCH. Gotta love it.)

10. Marvel / MCU

James Buchanan Barnes (Bucky) (Baby boy.)

ALRIGHT, now, I'll tag...

@twosides--samecoin @theartofblossoming @baddieladdie @maccreadysbaby @amazinglyegg @imagine-silk @nuka-after-dark @satans-left-asscheeky @vnknowncrovv @gloomytk

And anyone else who sees this and wants to do it!!

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danses-with-dogmeat · 6 months

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You saved Deegan up to the last day😭🙏 saving the best for last okay I see I see😮‍💨🎃🧡

I really did 😅

Him and Sarah Lyons are the last 2, but unfortunately they won't be making it out to y'all tonight 😔

Brain is very tired and says no to writing lol, but they will both be done by the end of this week! 🧡

#Sorry about the delay 😅#I got a little behind #And have been playing catchup since #But they will be done!#And I'm excited for both of them #😊#Thanks for the ask!#dwd.nsfw #kinktober 2023 #edward deegan #sarah lyons #happy halloween #!!!

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Day 29 -- Dukov

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 29 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Free Use with Dukov x f!Lone

I'm just going to apologize now for the egregious number of exclamation points in this one, but you all know Dukov. Everything Dukov has to say is most important! Must be said with passion, ha ha!

Anyways, this was good fun to write, just as silly and a bit unnerving as meeting him in-game lol. He may be a shitty, drunken womanizer, but he does have charisma!

I hope you like it! 😅

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Free Use, brief fingering, playful spanking, cunnilingus, oral sex, dirty talk, corruption, allusions to abuse, little bit of bimbofication, cock-drunkenness, very slightly dubious consent, Lone realizes she's into it, guilt, squirting, cumplay, possessiveness, Dukov swears quite a bit in both English and in Russian.

Words: 4k

The anticipation of it all had Lone on edge to the point of madness.

Was that him? That sound? The door opening, the footsteps... would he do it now? Or does he just want a drink? Maybe he fancies some time with Fantasia or Cherry, even...

How do they live like this all the time?

Lone flinched as one of the dishes she’d just washed settled on the drying rack, clanking loudly and almost causing her to drop the rag she was using to dry her hands.

“Just gonna have ta get used to it, sugar. If it’s how Dukie likes it, that’s the way it’s meant to be.”

Cherry had told her, lounging against the magenta heart-shaped cushions, puffing at the end of her Bakelite cigarette holder.

“Ah ha! Right you are, my Cherry. Dukov’s way is the best way, for him, and for all!”

He’d laughed as his fingers twirled Lone’s hair.

“Mm, and Cherry, I think you’ve just found it! Finally, a name for our mysterious and sweet new bidie-in. Sugar, ah, is perfect! Better than ‘sweet cheeks,’ rolls off tongue much nicer, ha!”

She could flinch at the name, at the new reality she found herself in, but… Maybe Dukov was right, maybe all of them were. Lone was safe here, she was alive, she was fed, clean– well, clean-ish, she was warm enough, taken-care-of enough, and hell, it beat most everywhere in the CW in terms of amenities. If this was the price, the new– frankly ridiculous– name, and this… licentious way of life, then so be it.

Dukov was loud, vulgar, and, overall, a bit of an ass, but he was an ex-mercenary who would shoot out any stranger’s kneecaps if they got too close to his girls, so… For the time being, Dukov’s Place was to be her home. Lone– Sugar– had passed his tests, she drank with him, partied with the whole lot, and he’d deemed her fit to receive his Dukov surprise any time of the day. With that, came protection, allyship, food, more drink than she could handle, jet, if she wanted it, and… well, more partying.

It wasn’t the life she’d dreamed up for herself down in that vault, but none of this had been. At least with this life, she’d be alive and not dead in a ditch somewhere looking like bloody Swiss cheese or an irradiated raisin.

Staring those kinds of realities in the face made it difficult for her old, more domestic, aspirations to seem achievable.

Lone’s bare feet made soft padding sounds as she made her way back into the main room. Distant gunfire sounded out from the curtained windows; upstairs, someone swirled a drink with ice cubes in it.

Lay in bed or drink? Both, maybe?

Those were the decisions she had to make now, ones so trivial they made her stomach turn.

Guilt, maybe. That I’m here wondering if I should have the gin or the rum before bed, while settlers are out fighting for every scrap to feed the children they never planned on having.

The bags beneath Cherry’s eyes told her the same thoughts wound themselves around in her head, and the way Fantasia set her jaw at the mention of anywhere, anything but what was happening here, in this over-large house– or pad, as Dukov called it– meant she couldn’t bare those musings either.

How Dukov could stay so complicit in his own enjoyment, Lone will never know, and she doubted he’d ever say.

Instead of lounging, Lone began to make the bed. She fluffed the pillows in her hands, watching the dust rise in speckled clouds towards the chandelier above her, she smoothed the velvet comforter over the stained mattress below, letting her mind go blank, letting the familiar creature comfort of gentle cleaning bring her back to her time in the vault. When life was simple and it was guiltless.

“Mm, why make it nice when we just going to fuck it up all over again? Ha ha.”

Lone tensed at the booming sound of Dukov’s accent hitting her from behind.

“You have nice ass when you’re making my bed though. I only wish your dress was shorter!”

Lone fell forward onto her elbows as Dukov landed a loud spank on the cheek of her ass. It stung briefly underneath the thin, nearly sheer, fabric of her lavender nightdress, but her reaction more so came from the shock of his sudden touch.

“Mm, but you are so… what is word?” Lone didn’t move from her position. She felt her breath staying in her lungs of its own accord, as one of his calloused hands dipped low, smoothing the shallow skirt of her dress up over her back.

He rubbed her revealed bareness thoughtfully, as though he were stroking over his own chin.

“Domestic!” He shouted triumphantly, and Lone heard the drink in his free hand splash out and onto the floor with his celebratory gesture. “Like sweet little housewife.”

Dukov left her at that, strolling leisurely over to the bedside table, where he deposited his glass onto the wood with a resounding clunk. Lone still didn’t move her body, though her head tilted to follow his movements as he stepped back behind her.

A question formed in her mind, a loud, colorful shape that she refused to put words to. Still though, he answered it a moment later, as he worked the waistband of his sweatpants down to his thighs, revealing his half-hard cock without ceremony or pause.

Dukov was always ready to party with his girls. He’d boasted that the entire first day Lone spent here.

“And if you want good time, sweet cheeks should always be ready for me too, haha!”

Lone still needed to get used to that aspect of this new life of hers.

“You have such sweet ass, is no wonder ‘Sugar’ fits you so well.”

With both hands effectively free, Dukov smoothed her dress up to her shoulder blades, and let his fingers drag down the skin of her back as they made their way back to her ass. He cupped each cheek in one hand, giving them both a rough squeeze to help awaken his erection the rest of the way.

“So quiet today, and all days. Making Dukov feel you do not want to be here…”

His voice was suddenly edged. Like a switchblade, he was dull, seemingly harmless, until he wasn’t.

Lone gulped, feeling the dryness catch in her throat.

“You just… you leave me so speechless, Dukie.” She let her voice come out a few octaves higher, a tone that would annoy anyone else, or make them think she was playing a character of some kind.

But that is what I’m doing, isn’t it?

“Wanna hear your voice.” She carried on, pouting as she looked back at him with an exaggerated lower lip. “So… sexy. You really know how to get a girl wet and wanting, baby.”

She hoped that last bit was true. Wished, more like.

“Ha ha, now that is more like it, sweet cheeks!” She squeaked as he gave her another spanking, surely darkening the skin there with the force of it.

“Now, spread your legs for your Dukie. I want to taste your sweet pussy. No better chaser than that, ha!”

Lone did as he asked, stepping up until her knees rested on the edge of the bed, and parting her thighs so wide that her lower lips almost brushed the velvet below.

“Mm, no prettier sight in whole wasteland than that.” His fingers went to her folds, pressing between them boldly and pulling them apart. Toying with her. “And all for me.”

His voice took on that hint of darkness again. It became more prevalent with Cherry mostly, when she was being a little too unresponsive for his tastes. When he’d drank a bit too much as well, sometimes it came out then.

The worst of it that she’d seen though, was when a settler had waltzed in.

Dukov had offered him a drink, passive-aggressively, and made many clear indicators that the man should leave, and finally, he’d snapped.

Lone thought her new… patron was going to kill him, and he nearly had, but before that, his voice got cold, threatening and dark as smoke billows. His face had changed too, the laugh lines suddenly drawing downwards, the gleam in his light eyes turning to dull ice behind distant pupils.

She’d known then, that there was to be no leaving him. Not unless she meant to be gone for good. Even then, though… Lone could see him hunting her down. With that expression, that intensity… silly, raucous Dukov was not a man to cross and expect to get out unscathed.

In his core, he was still that ruthless mercenary.

That thought kept her effectively in place, and even inspired her hips to wiggle from side to side, jiggling the ass cheeks that he so loved to ogle, and inviting him in.

“Take what’s yours, Dukie.” She breathed out, like he made her heart pound from want instead of unease.

“Oh-ho, I will, Sugar! Dukov won’t ever keep his baby waiting.”

She felt his tongue on her in the next instant, sudden and instantly prodding invasively towards her entrance.

His fingers, miraculously, had managed to draw a drip or two of slickness from her in that brief time; or perhaps it had just been her body’s natural response to him, to his presence.

At this point, it wouldn't surprise her if that was simply becoming habit.

Whose dogs were they that salivated on cue with the ring of the food bell? Hadn’t he been Russian as well?

It was difficult to think at the moment, as Dukov clumsily tongued at her lower lips, lapping frantically like the aforementioned dogs, as his hands spread her ass wide to allow him in deeper. Dukov sounded animalistic behind her, with all his slurping and groaning, like he was in heat.

That wouldn’t have surprised her all that much though. But animals only went into heat every so often, whereas Dukov was constantly in need of sex, or it seemed that way, at least.

Did that make him more basal than beasts?

Probably.

Lone had to keep from huffing with laughter at that. Dukov wouldn’t like it if she were laughing as he tried to eat her out. No… that might earn her more than a bruised ass…

Instead, she released a moan that verged on a whine, effectively selling her desperation for him, she hoped.

“Dukie, your tongue feels so good, baby.” Lone panted out, bucking her hips into the contact until she really did feel some semblance of pleasure from it.

He merely hummed into her, almost a growl as the grip of his hands tightened, steadying her as his mouth worked. She felt the slight prickle of his facial hair against her bareness, the sensation irritating her delicate skin until, slowly, his movements began to spread her lubricating slickness over her mound.

“Fucking shlyukha. So wet for your Dukov.” He breathed through his teeth, like a hiss, pulling cold air over her dewy skin until she felt herself shiver.

“Wet for only you, Dukie.” Lone whined, leaning her ass back as if to plead for more.

“Cunt sweeter than medovukha… Now my cock would like a taste!”

Dukov’s knees cracked with the swiftness of his motion, as he stood behind her. Lone’s body shifted on the mattress as his gruff hands maneuvered her ass to be level with his hips. She glanced down between her legs with hazy eyes, noting the distinct darkness of his cockhead.

He was already swollen, glistening with his own excitement, as he took his shaft in-hand, and guided it to her winking entrance. Her keeper toyed with her briefly, dragging his tip between her folds, and stimulating her more effectively than she would’ve liked. When he couldn’t handle any more teasing himself, Dukov’s free hand pressed to her back, arching it, and he nudged himself inside.

She was still relatively new to all this, so he was forced to be slow as he entered her, but it was clear the Russian savored it all the way.

He groaned loudly, dramatically, as her walls eased enough for him to sink in to the base. She felt the lewd press of his balls against her ass as he stayed seated all the way in, merely grinding his head around, stirring at her insides until she was panting and her back slicked with a sheen of sweat.

Lone felt her walls clench him unwittingly, and Dukov released another animalistic growl as he reared his hips back, dragging against the tightness she created. The friction had him pulsing in her already, but Lone didn’t let that fool her.

Dukov’s daily schedule involved only a few choice activities: 'drinking, farting and fucking,' as he so charmingly tended to put it. As such, the man had the stamina of a mongrel in heat, and Lone always felt like she was being dragged by the leash from behind him.

The moments of easing into her, of grinding and molding her walls to him were over, evidently, as Dukov bucked forward and jammed the head of him to the very back of her. Lone yelped, which he seemed to take pride in, for he did it again less than a moment later.

From there, his pace only built, and Lone’s breathing picked up all the more. She huffed into the stuffy comforter below her, her fingers unwittingly wrapping it in her grasp as he drove her forward into the plushness with every thrust.

“Ah, you are made for me, Sugar. Made for this big, Russian cock, ha!” He punctuated his laugh with a particularly savage jolt into her, and Lone bit hard into her lip.

“Tell me, sweet cheeks. Tell your Dukie how good he makes you feel.”

She was already flushed from the arousal that steadily built up in her, even with the selfish pace he’d set, the unfocused jabs against the sensitive barrier of her cervix, but she felt herself blush all the more at his request.

Isn’t it enough that I’m wet for you? That you hear my heady breaths and girlish moans?

“Oh, Dukie, you do!” She cried out, with feeling. “Gonna make me cum for you, for your huge, ah, your manhood. So big in my little pussy!”

'The more lewd, sweet cheeks, the better!'

His voice ruled her head then. It had to, else her truthful words, the genuine sounds she made in the throes of lovemaking would never cut it for the boisterous brute shoving wildly into her.

“Ha ha, such a little slut for me!” He gave her another spank, as one hand gripped hard to the flesh of her hip, holding her in place through the barrage of arrhythmic pummels. “And still, cannot even say ‘cock.’ So cute you are, my little vaultie. So innocent. Until you met nasty Dukov!”

“Such a slut for you, baby.” She chanted, right on cue.

“I will make party girl of you yet, Sugar.” Another spank; though... now the skin felt more numb than pained.

It… wasn’t bad.

“Have you sucking on my balls like candy on stick!”

Lone felt herself clench up at his lewdness, felt the flush over her skin spread to her ears, her cheeks, all the way down her chest to warm her swinging breasts.

“Yes,” She breathed, the words shaking the same as her trembling legs, “Want to worship you.”

“Have you begging me to shove into that sweet, sweet ass!”

To no one’s surprise, Dukov struck her ass cheek again, surely bruising it in the process, before fondling the swell of it with strong fingers, making her cry out like a yowling feline.

Lone didn’t want to think about the other women in the building. They’d heard it all, said it all too, she was sure, but still… for her to let him debase her this way…

Lone's lip ached at the way her teeth pressed into it, until her gasp caused them to release the pressure.

One of his fingers had prodded threateningly at that tight back entrance of hers, feeling and delighting in the way she clenched at the sudden touch.

He released another token laugh at her reaction.

“Ah,” Lone groaned out, “Want you everywhere, Dukie.”

That seemed to appease him, for now his hand wrapped around her belly, sliding down until he could fondle her lower lips, occasionally grazing that sensitive bud nestled within.

“Have your needy cunt drooling just from sight of me.” His pressure increased, and his thrusts became more direct, more purposeful with each fervent plunge into her drooling heat.

“It does baby, my pussy always wants you!” She cried, feeling her walls clenching at him, encouraging this new, intense pace and threatening to topple her over into overwhelming release. “Wants you all the time, Dukie.”

“Tell me.” He commanded, his own jubilant tone growing rougher, deeper with his increasingly urgent movements. “Tell me where, how– yebat’, how your pussy wants me!”

“Wants you everywhere, “ She managed, though words were becoming hard to form in her gasping mouth, “Needs you fucking me against the counter, the floor, on the stairs.”

She told him her fears then, all that she’d been anxious about these first few days of being his newest girl, the places she’d imagined him grabbing her from behind, how she’d thought he’d take her, like he was now entitled to. Because she’d agreed to this.

As uncertain as she’d acted the moment she signed his metaphorical contract, as guilty and nervous as she felt, Lone had still done it.

Truth be told… there was something exciting about it.

It was wrong that she felt she needed to do this, in order to be safe in this world, but there was also some small part of her, deep in the recesses of her innermost desires; the ones she was ashamed of, the ones she never let herself dwell on, lest she become depraved in the watchful, judgemental eyes of the other vault-dwellers, something about this life– about him– that she craved.

It was like a gnawing hunger, a caged beast, the way it growled and roiled beneath her skin; and finally, she was letting part of it out, giving it leash, and hoping– for her sanity, for her dignity’s sake– that it wouldn’t choke her with the slack of it.

“Can never have enough of you, Dukov.” Her voice became less an act, her moans leaving her freely as he pounded into her increasingly sensitive walls. “Want you when I wake, want to ah– lick you ‘till you’re hard, ride you until you burst. Want you bent over me, like this, with a drink in your hand as I grind you into my- my cunt.”

Dukov was groaning behind her. She could feel his cock pulsing inside, like it was nodding its head in agreement to all she said.

“Want to be under the table at dinner, licking and slobbering over you, getting lipstick on your dick while Fantasia sits in-in your lap.”

“Yes, Sugar. Fuck yes.”

His hands trembled as they held firm to her hips, gripping her until she ached. He was deep inside her now, grinding and jerking his hips, pushing the head of his cock stubbornly to the end of her, as though he could get his dick in any further, as though he could climb inside after it.

“Want- ah, want you to fuck me to sleep, grind against me like you’re doing now, Dukie, and stay inside all night so my pussy doesn’t– fuck, have a chance to miss you.”

She whined out the last couple words, the pleasure he was stroking burning up higher and higher, growing more intense with each rub of his tip against that soft, spongy spot until she was crying out, feeling her legs tremble, her hands grip until her knuckles paled, until she gushed all over his pulsing shaft like the slut he made her into.

“Ahh, yes, my shlyukha, cum your sweetness all over me!”

Lone felt her pleasure leaking down from her lower lips, leaving dark-colored droplets on the purple-pink velvet beneath her. She watched him between her thighs as her head hung low, the way his own legs shook as he resumed his shallow thrusting, the way his soaked balls dripped her translucent nectar as they visibly tightened against her ass.

“Your cunt squeezes better than Cherry’s ass, Sugar. Fuck, your Dukov is close.” He was growling even as Lone was fading, her fatigue at all the excitement, at being on edge all day waiting for him, for this inevitability to occur, slowly drained out. Brief spikes of pain-tinged bliss had her flinching from his last few forceful strokes against her tired walls, and then he was pulling out.

Warmth coated Lone’s back in powerful spurts, nearly reaching the fabric of the scrunched dress that still hung from her shoulders.

Must’ve been saving himself for me today.

She thought hazily, as her vision blurred and her arms wavered where they held her up.

Dukov was groaning as he finished, wringing the last bit of his spend out onto her pussy lips, watching that too drip down onto the soiled comforter.

“See?” He said, breathless, as he stepped back and released his softening cock from his hand. “No need to make bed. Only fuck it up all over. Ha!”

One last spank that made her eyes fly wide open, and Dukov was finished with her. He pulled his sweatpants back up, reached for his drink, and shouted something to Fantasia as he started up the stairs.

Lone let her body sag over the ruined covers, imagining herself scrubbing at them later…

And imaging Dukov finding her there, bent over the bathtub she’d use to soak it...

She shuddered, feeling her pussy clench at the thought, at the possibility of it all, of this new life of hers, before she shoved it back down, deep down, where it belonged, and closed her eyes, letting the sanctuary of rest caress her.

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Day 28 -- Proctor Ingram

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 28 are just below the cut!

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Body Worship with Proctor Ingram x g/n!Sole

Golly, Proctor Ingram is just one of my favorite people in fallout, I swear. I love her personality, her relationship with the Sole Survivor, her relationship with the rest of the members of the brotherhood and those aboard the Prydwen, her relationship with technology as an engineer, just-- too much to explore in this little work, but still, I hope that love shines through. <3

Enjoy! 😊

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Included: Body Worship, self-esteem issues (sorta), jokes in poor taste, relations between ranks, undressing, kissing, so much kissing, breast play, fingering, oral sex, cunnilingus, accepting praise/compliments.

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“What do you want?” Ingram blocked the entrance with her semi-mechanical form as she opened the door to her quarters.

Sole’s fist was still raised from their knocking.

“W-well, I just wanted to talk to you about what I said.”

Ingram scowled down at them, her hard, unforgiving brows low over her eyes. A moment passed, and with something between a scoff and a sigh, she moved aside to let them step into her quarters.

Don’t need to draw any more attention to the memory of their comment than due necessary.

“Yeah, it was a good one, soldier.” She said, without a semblance of humor in her dry voice. “I’m sure everyone got a real kick out of it.”

“I don’t think you understand, Ingram–”

The proctor narrowed her eyes as they spoke her name. A warning.

“Ma’am. Sorry… I just…”

“Go on, soldier. I don’t have time for this.”

“I just want you to know," They said it so rapidly, the words almost melded together, "What I said wasn’t a joke. I meant it.”

“Look, knight, you don’t have an audience anymore. You can cut the crap.” She turned away from them and walked with heavy steps back over to the layers of schematics lying on her raised desk. “Let me get back to work.”

She ignored them for a bit, leafing through the blueprints carefully with her metal gauntlets, only half focused on the contents with Sole still loitering behind her distractingly.

Stubbornly.

“Look, you forget how to open a door or something?” Ingram said over her shoulder, without sparing them so much as a glance.

“No, I just… I can’t leave until you believe me.” They said it as if it were obvious, as though that were a fact of life and not some rule they’d made up just that second.

“I believe you.” She said tersely, “Now, buh-bye.”

“No,” She heard their footsteps approaching her from behind, “That doesn’t count.”

When they reached her, they placed a hand over her metal arm. They did it gently, as though they were touching straight through to her skin.

“I mean really believe me.” They put pressure on her arm, encouraging her to turn, to face them and look them in the pleading eye. “Ingram, please. I… I can't help how the others took it, and it was stupid of me, to say it out there in the cafeteria for all of them to hear, but, please, know that it was just that: me being stupid. Not… malicious or snide or the asshole you probably see me as now.”

“I’ll accept your apology. Knight.” Her expression remained cold, despite her words, “I’ll accept that you regret what you said, but I–”

“I don’t regret it.” They cut in, “Not at all, I… Well, I regret the way everyone reacted, but…”

Ingram’s eyes grew distant, if only for a moment, as she was thrust back into the memory of the cafeteria from earlier that evening.

The laughter, the wide eyes, the pats on the back for Sole joking about what no one else dared.

She remembered her friends, her colleagues, the closest thing she had to family, all delighting in what she’s become. The novel of being with someone like her.

Maybe it was her personality. After all, there were other disabled brotherhood members, and they should, should, have sympathy for their brothers and sisters wounded in the field. Maybe it was her hair, her face, her gruff self, it was her own sense of humor, even. She would be in on it, she could laugh at herself, chuckle it off with a few drinks with the guys.

Ingram thought back to their faces though… The way their eyes had gone to her frame, like people’s do when they meet her for the first time. Even Teagan… the way he’d chuckled until their eyes met. Then the guilt she saw there.

If it had been innocent, why would he have felt guilty? Why would he have stopped laughing when he caught her eye.

Cade had looked angry, which gave her another hint into how Sole’s little compliment was really perceived by everyone. He’d stood up with a groan of his stool and a loud clank of his drink, and made his displeasure known.

It was when he tried to approach her that she laughed along and excused herself.

Now they’ll talk even more.

Ingram felt her breath pick up, felt frustration brew in her, heating her chest and eyes all the same.

Should’ve just fucking stuck it out. Been a sport about it. Then it wouldn’t stick.

Then Sole might’ve not felt the need to do this.

She almost wondered if Cade was somehow responsible for this little apology of theirs.

“But you deserve to know the truth.” Sole finished finally, bringing her back to the present moment.

Ingram merely looked at them, her face still drawn and uncertain, but… she felt compelled to hear out the rest of this– surely rehearsed– little speech of theirs.

“I think you’re incredible.” They said it softly, so quietly, she had to lean down to hear them, “You’re funny, and intelligent, so skilled at what you do, I just… I look up to you so much. As a soldier, as an engineer, as my superior. You’re the best of the brotherhood, and you do it without being stuffy. You’re the smartest in the room most of the time, but you’re still so fun to be around. You’re… just as I said before... I think you’re beautiful, too.”

They almost had her.

Really, she’d felt her throat tighten a bit with the emotion of it all, felt a warmth start in her chest that had begun to spread, and then… then it turned to ice as they finished with the same cruelty that started this whole mess.

“In your own, grease-covered, dirt speckled kind of way.” Sole tried to finish, sickly sweet syrup dripping from their lips as they looked away with a nervous run of their hand over the back of their neck.

What a performance.

Ingram didn’t grace any of it with a response. If they wouldn’t leave, fine, whatever, but she still had work that needed finishing.

“Ingram?” They tried to lean into her line of sight as she turned back to her papers on the table. “Were you listening to anything I just said?”

“Yes. I was.” She flipped a paper over as she spoke, moving onto the next. “You can tell Cade that it was well-written. And that I’m not going to forgive him for this easily.”

“Wh–”

“Tell him he’s bringing the drinks this Thursday, not me. And I expect the good stuff.”

“Fucking hell, woman. Forgot to mention stubborn as an ass in my speech.”

“Watch you’re fucking language, soldier.”

“Cade had nothing to do with this." They ignored her jab, "Neither did Maxson or Teagan o-or Neriah or anyone but me.” They were a bit out of breath as they spoke to her, she could hear the frustration building in their voice, raising it higher one octave, could see it in the way they raised their hands, the way their gestures became full-bodied and rapid. “I was dumb, yes, I shouldn’t have tried a pickup line flirting method with you out in public like that. And I… I shouldn’t have disrespected you by… by talking about your body that way. That was an asshole move, but, really Ingram, I came by it honestly, I swear.”

Her hands had paused on the blueprints, her eyes staring straight through the papers as she absorbed their words. As she, for the first time that night, considered them.

“Like I said. I meant it.”

They stepped closer to her on that word, on the one they emphasized from the very moment they'd stepped into this room.

Ingram took a breath.

“How?” She asked, her voice matching their earlier faintness.

“How…?”

“How will you prove it to me?”

Through the silence permeating the steel-coated room, she heard their breath catch in their throat, heard them gulp nervously, heard them take yet another step closer, until they could take her armored hand in both of theirs.

She almost flinched away.

Almost.

“With your permission…” They brought the back of her hand to their face, and pressed their lips gently to the metal. “I’d like to make good on my promise. Stupid as it was to say out there, in here, well… You were the only audience that was really meant to hear it.”

They tried to pull her along with them, as they took a step or two backwards, but Ingram held firm.

“Then why not tell me? This way, I mean.” Her voice came out harsher than she’d meant it to. More accusatory, and less curious than she truly felt. “Why not be honest?”

“Because… like I said, I’m stupid. Is that so hard to believe?”

She had to admit, that did pull a chuckle from her.

“I was stupid and cowardly and too afraid that you would think it was a joke and, and be mad about it, or that you’d just outright reject me, and… And then that’s what happened, so, you know… Now I guess I figured, what have I got to lose?”

They shrugged as they finished speaking, a little, earnest glean to their eyes as they looked up at her sadly, pleadingly. Like one of those damn squires when they want a ride on her shoulders.

How could I say no?

“Maybe a couple teeth, if I was in the mood for it.” Ingram said, but, in the same breath, relented to their pressure, and allowed Sole to lead her to where they desired.

“But...?” Their voice had a light humor to it, as if they were tiptoeing over thin ice.

They may as well be, at this point.

Generously though, Ingram allowed them an armistice, an olive branch of sorts, as she answered.

“But… You’re off the hook.” Another look reminiscent of a child’s, this time of one’s ability to experience unfounded joy, illuminated their features.

“For now.” She added quickly, “But whether that changes or not is going to heavily depend on what you choose to do next.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” Sole said, their hands still wrapped around her metal gauntlet, their expression suddenly somber, earnestly determined. “I promise.”

With that, their hands traveled up her armored frame, grazing along the metalwork like it was her own tender skin, before their form wound its way behind her. Ingram's eyes stayed narrowed the whole while, tentatively waiting for the other shoe to drop, for them to realize their joke had gone too far.

“Anything I can help you with back there?” Ingram tilted her head towards the sound of fingers prodding on metal, trying to twist, to press into it. Testing.

“I want to be able to reach you.” Sole sounded almost breathless behind her.

Just from trying to release the opening lever? Maybe they really did need help.

“Have you tried climbing? This frame makes me pretty tall.”

“Work with me here, Proctor. You know what I mean.” That same such seriousness continued to rule their tone, and Ingram felt something stir in her chest at the feeling. The feeling they were showing her, and whatever the hell was brewing in her own heart, her own mind in a direct response to it.

Do I shut it down now? Or… see where this goes? Where this feeling goes, where they go when I am out of my frame?

I’ll know for sure where the truth lies, if I let them see me.

The thought sobered her somewhat. It’d been a long, long while since anyone had seen her out of her frame. Anyone but Cade, but he barely counted. Doctors didn’t count.

Attractive knights that confessed their ‘need to be with her’ in the middle of a busy cafeteria… well, they only counted a little.

But still, they counted.

“Step back, knight.” She heard herself say, and the clanging sounds stopped, she felt their presence ease off of her, and with one extended metal-framed arm, she undid the necessary levers to allow the bulky thing to hiss as it expanded, as it opened, and lowered her to the point she could remove herself from the labyrinth of tech.

“Do you need–”

“I’ve managed well enough on my own so far.” Ingram huffed, her strong arms hauling her successfully out and to the foot of her cot, where she’d built steps to ease her way onto the mattress. “Just… If you really care to ‘make good on your promise,’ you can… Can join me on the bed.”

She settled there herself, facing out towards them as she saw Sole hesitate. She didn’t intend it, but Ingram’s breath halted in her chest.

“And if you don’t, well, you know damn well where the door is.”

“I’m not leaving, just… That was amazing.” Sole sounded out of breath themself, and as they rounded her suit to step into her line of sight, their own eyes gleamed with… What the hell was that?

She wanted to say wonder, but that felt presumptuous.

“You really built all this?” Sole sat down on the bed beside her, keeping their wide-eyed gaze locked to hers the whole way.

“W-well, yes, sort of. Not from scratch at least. Didn’t mine the metal myself, or anything like that.” She chuckled, was that… nervously? “But yes, made modifications to your standard power armor frame.”

“Right when I thought you couldn’t get any cooler...”

“Hey, you were the one on ice for two-hundred years.” She piped up with another little laugh, feeling more awkward than she remembered being in years.

“If I was given a thousand years,” Sole carried on easily, “I wouldn’t be as bad-ass as you, Proctor.”

She only blinked at that.

It’d been so long since she’d been woo-ed, flirted with, even complimented in this sort of capacity.

Sole scooted closer as she remained silent, close enough that their leg brushed hers where it cut off into nothing, a bit above the memory of her knee. They didn’t flinch, didn’t even look, just kept those earnest eyes firmly on hers, boring into her like they were still pleading their case.

They are. Ingram tried to remind herself, but already… Well, they were passing with flying colors so far.

They moved tentatively, as though she could stop them any moment. If they pushed too far, if they touched her the wrong way, if they broke their eye contact, she would order them out the door without so much as a blink of remorse.

More and more that was becoming less likely, but she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of satisfaction that she was keeping up appearances, even from this close.

“Is this alright, Ingram?”

She could feel the delicate heat of their breath against her cheek, could feel it warm her lips.

“Call me Audrey.” She whispered, and killed the remaining space between them.

Ingram savored the feel of their lips on hers, a burst of ardor spiking down her spine at the contact, she remembered this type of feeling so distantly, it felt like the first time all over again.

Immediately, Sole moved closer, bridging all gaps between their bodies, turning to better face her as they tucked one leg under themself in an effort to press their fronts flush together. Ingram made no argument, melting into their kneading mouth, to the touch of the hand they placed at the nape of her neck, so softly as they stroked the baby hairs there with gentle fingers.

Soft moans poured from her mouth and into theirs, and Sole’s tongue brushed the front of her lips until she allowed it in, to mingle and spar with her own. They both shifted slightly on the mattress, Sole’s arms wrapping around her, pulling her body more tightly to them, and fitting one knee between her slightly-spread thighs. Unwittingly, and embarrassingly, Ingram began to grind against the contact, reveling in the lightning sparks flying up from her core. She felt like an undisciplined initiate rubbing one out noisily in their cot. Utterly shameful, but… If that thought meant to stop her, it did a poor job of it.

“Mhm, jesus, Audrey.” Sole huskily breathed against her lips, and she felt herself shiver at the sound of her name, “It’s been too long, hasn’t it?”

Her cheeks heated at their question, the color surely matching the vibrance of her hair by now.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Hm.” Sole hummed, those delectable lips curling into a knowing little smile, “Been a long time for me too.”

They bucked their knee up, increasing the pressure over her heat, helping her gain that needed friction.

“Feels good.” They whispered, and pressed back into her.

Then Ingram was shifting, Sole’s hands guiding her slowly down, resting the bulk of her upper body on the pillows behind her as they effectively nestled themself between her thighs.

“I want to see you.” Sole said as they pulled back, pausing only to press their lips to her cheek, her jaw, the column of her throat. “Is that okay?”

She wanted to ask if they were sure, to make a comment of some sort about keeping their expectations low, cutting them short, even. Something that would keep her safe, keep her distant, pull her away from this unnerving vulnerability.

Sole’s eyes gave her pause, though. As she hesitated, they looked down to her face, their pupils blown wide with arousal, their eyebrows drawn together slightly, creating delicate lines that read like scrollwork, like frilly poetry laced with romantic truth.

Maybe it was silly, or maybe it really had just been too long, but Ingram couldn’t bring herself to even think about ending this prematurely.

“Yes,” She said, and it came out almost as a sigh, “But don’t think you’re off the hook, Sole. I’m gonna want to see you too.”

“I had a feeling,” They laughed, and it warmed her. “Don’t let me keep you waiting, then.”

They sounded confident, but Ingram didn’t miss the way Sole’s hands trembled slightly as their fingers grasped the zipper of their flight suit, and they tugged it downwards.

Shamelessly, Ingram felt her chestnut eyes follow the movement, hungrily taking in each inch of skin they bared to her. Noticing her boldness, Sole took their sweet time pulling their arms from the sleeves, and letting the fabric collect at the barrier their hips created.

“Well… Haven’t been skipping out on our physical training, then, have we?”

Sole cracked a smile, looking away shyly at the praise. Ingram’s grin echoed theirs in turn, but soon vanished as they began to reach their hands out towards the zip of her own suit.

“Your turn, sweetheart.”

She could’ve scoffed at the pet name.

Could’ve.

Instead, Ingram let her gaze follow their movements, holding her breath as they hauled her zipper down. They tugged the little metal piece as though it had a significant weight to it, drawing out the action until Ingram felt her lungs burning.

Finally, she allowed a heaved breath to escape her as the opening in her suit reached her navel, certain that would be the end of it, for now, at least until–

Sole surprised her then, cutting off her assumptions as they leaned forward to mouth unreservedly at her neck. Their hands brushed over her shoulders, squeezing them in a whisper of a massage, before they started to pull the sleeves from her. Only then, did Sole pry either side of her suit open enough to reveal the sports bra she wore below.

If I’d known anything like this would’ve happened… She shook her head slightly, knowing the way her bra, and hell, her entire suit must've had a ripe smell to it, must’ve had stains somewhere that she hadn’t noticed.

She was always in her frame, safe and sound and covered.

If Sole noticed anything they disliked though, they sure were talented at hiding it. No, they kissed down her throat, tracing their bottom lip over her collarbone as their hands wrapped about her, rubbing circles over her back, letting the pads of their fingers graze over the hem of her bra until they were pricking at it wantonly.

She didn’t wait this time. Instead, Ingram pulled back slightly, wrenching the sports bra off herself in one abrupt, elbow-heavy movement. Sole paused, rather disrespectfully, for a moment, gawking at her.

Probably the paleness. Ingram thought with a set jaw. This bit of me hasn’t seen the light in… what? A decade or so?

That sounded about right.

But Sole’s lips told a story of want, of hungry intrigue, as they lunged forward to trail a line of open-mouthed kisses and love bites from her upper chest down the center of her cleavage. Their tongue swept over the underside of her left breast, stretching the skin slightly as their mouth grew more tenacious with its movements.

Ingram found herself gasping at their attentions, her hands clinging to the back of their head like they were a buoy in a storm. They were relentless though, if there was in fact a storm, it was Sole themself, the way they rocked them both on the mattress, encouraging the Proctor to continue her grinding movement against their upper torso as they leaned down and devoured her blushing mounds like they were caked in cream and sugar. Her breaths grew heady, as the marks they left grew darker, cementing themselves in her pale skin like a lover’s tattoos.

“Sole,” She breathed out, sounding like an entirely different person. One she didn't mind being. “I… I think I’m starting to believe you now.”

They grunted a bit, unable to pull away, as their mouth sucked another dark oval onto her skin.

“Don’t.” They managed, even amidst their important task, “You can’t believe me yet.”

A curious noise left her without permission, urged on by their hot tongue as it dragged over one nipple.

“Not done showing you, ma’am.”

“Ah… Do me a favor, Sole.”

“Anything.” They whispered, and gave her a swift little nip that had her breath catching in her chest.

“Mm, don’t call me ‘ma’am’ in here.”

They kissed her again, right on the spot they just bit, and pulled away to look at her.

“Yes, sir.”

Sole winked, and then they were moving again, leaving her breasts in peace for now, as they trailed their mouth down the center of her stomach.

Oh, that mouthy little--

They paused briefly, silencing Ingram's good-humored thought, as their bottom lip brushed a raised scar on her torso.

Ah. Is that the burn scar they’ve discovered, or have they made it to that portion of the surgery line?

Instead of carrying on, as she wanted them to, and instead of pulling away entirely, like she expected them to, Sole lingered over the mark, and kissed it.

Their lips were soft now, like they were caressing a weak flower petal, moments from parting from its stem. Ingram grew restless from their pause, her body shifting beneath their light ministrations until they finally relented, and continued their journey downwards. She dared to hope that they would simply ignore most of what they found, as Sole’s hands began to ease the remaining fabric of her flight suit down over her hips; down, down, down, to pull them from what was left of her legs.

They didn’t adhere to her mental wishes, though, not even for a moment. Each scar they came across, each ugly, raised bit of discolored skin, every misshapen knob and curious amalgamation of reconstructed flesh, and they stopped to pay particular attention to it, just as they had the first. Sole kissed and caressed the marks like they were made of beautiful, air-blown glass. Works of art, each and every one of them, so striking, so intricate; and yet, one wrong move, and they would shatter to pieces at the admirer’s feet. They didn’t take that chance, not once in all the time they spent hovering over her.

Ingram’s entire body tingled from their thoughtful movements, like blissful pinpricks into each pore, each follicle, she felt their admiration, their affection being injected into her. Their hands followed their lips’ fearless lead, tracing the lines they felt, smoothing over her aches with firm fingers until one made a home at her center.

That too, felt new, like another had never laid hands there before.

They might as well not have, with how Sole seemed to put them to shame. Instantly, their fingers spread her lower lips, and Ingram felt her thighs open to accommodate them. A bit of wetness had gathered there from their attention, more than she’d expected, but Sole deemed it not enough, clearly, as their fingers worked her over. It wasn’t masterful per say, but it was determined, the way they moved. Sole’s fingers prodding, exploring every nook within her, brushing over her clit fervently once they’d gathered the wetness they desired.

Her hips began to move with their attention, pressing firmly into the contact of their hand as she arched her back off the bed. Sole’s mouth finally was drawn from its task to effectively appreciate every skin cell on her lower body, distracted now by her growing arousal, and the slickness that came with it.

Ingram gasped as they set their busy lips over her sensitive little nub, and sucked. Her hands flew to Sole’s shoulders, leaving marks of her own as her nails dug into their skin. Sole’s fingers moved, then, down to her entrance, and one began to prod there, working its way in slowly as their mouth nursed her clit until it swelled.

Ingram’s thighs squeezed at Sole’s head unwittingly, keeping them close, keeping the feeling of them anchored to her as she moaned out their name. At that, Ingram felt her partner shudder, felt the fingers of their free hand clench over her hip.

“Feels good, Sole.” She breathed, feeling as though cotton filled her mouth, made her tongue clumsy. “D-don’t stop.”

They groaned into her in answer, and Ingram felt the pressure of another finger as they eased it inside, and began to pulse the digits against her pliant walls. She clenched from the attention, clamping down on their fingers as their tongue swiped lovingly over her swollen nub, like they were trying to polish the damn thing.

Sole’s own hips began to grind against the firm mattress, and Ingram let her eyes fall half-open, taking in the alluring sight of her bed partner. The muscles of their back clenched with their movements, their expression was desperate, pleading like they had earlier that evening, only this time, they were pleading with Ingram's body instead of her mind, her heart.

No, those, they’d won over, Ingram could say with confidence. Her body was following their lead rapidly.

“I-I’m getting close, Sole.” She said their name again, loving the way they groaned at the sound, the vibrations of their voice sending another surge of tingles up from her core.

They redoubled their efforts over her, their fingers thrusting and curling rapidly, stroking over that spongy place that had her phantom toes curling as her thighs tried in vain to wrap tighter around the purveyor of such ardent pleasures.

Their worshiping lips caressed her clit to the point of suffocation, and at last, Ingram felt her release spill over. Her walls cinched tightly around their fingers, pulsing as wetness burst from inside her, coating their hand in the evidence of her euphoria.

Ingram’s chest heaved with her heavy breaths, her muscles straining as the shocks of bliss shot through her like electric charges. All the while, Sole’s lips caressed her, tasting the sweetness she poured out for them with their eyes rolled to the back of their head, their own lewd groans leaving their throat in droves.

After Ingram had finished, after the last of her orgasm fizzled out and left her sensitive and worn, Sole finally let their fingers slip from her, and pulled their mouth away. A string of her slick connected their lips to her, until they dragged a wrist over their flushed mouth.

“Now,” They panted out, their eyes still dark and blown wide with arousal, “Now you can say you believe me.”

“Oh,” Ingram nodded weakly as her head fell back against the pillows, sweat glistening on her brow, her muscles aching and tired, “I believe you, knight. I… I really do.”

And she, too, meant it.

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Day 27 -- Julie Farkas

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 27 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Masturbation with Julie Farkas x g/n!Six

Julie Farkas is just neat. She's just a neat, badass gal with very cool hair and the best freaking cause to fight for. This was quite fun to write, as well, given the chosen relationship with the courier that I went with.

It's a lil... out of left field at some points, but hopefully that keeps it interesting 👀

I hope you like it! 😁

BUT it does involve a bit of mildly dubious consent though (mostly just thoughts of it), so just a heads up on that!

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Masturbation, fantasizing, enemies to lovers? sorta?, guilt, coercion, mildly dubious consent, non-consensual voyeurism, fingering, arguing... turns into something kinda nice tho :3

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Julie’s hips bucked into her hand, her wrist aching loudly where her teeth were set against her skin. She leaned back in her wooden office chair, one foot on top of her desk, mussing the papers there and keeping her legs effectively spread for her working fingers. They circled over herself, spreading her wetness through her folds, over her clit, as she closed her eyes, and thought of Six.

Their firm hands on her, in place of hers, even. Their needy mouth set over hers, their breaths hot against her skin.

She’d be trying to hold back her sounds, trying to keep them quiet as well as she could, to keep the Followers in the dark. Then, and now.

Else, she would be found out. Else… they would know she was in deep with House’s little errand boy/girl.

She shouldn’t be.

Julie knew it to be true, she had other duties, she had a code, she had the Followers. That was her life. It had to be.

But that night…

She shuddered as she remembered their touch, their tongue on her, in her, the strength of their hands, how they’d put her over the desk and she’d moaned out their name like some wanton Gomorrah whore.

It’d been demeaning, wrong of her, it’d been irresponsible and undesirable, and… shit, it’d been hot.

Six’s fingers knuckle deep inside her, thrusting and twisting against her walls until she had to bite into her wrist to muffle her own cries of pleasure; like she was doing now, even just thinking about it.

“Fuck…” Julie choked out the word, pressing two of her digits inside, stroking the way Six had, trying to emulate their movements, their finesse.

This was… what? The third or fourth time she’d done this since their… ahem, meeting?

She should know better.

Should.

Julie’s breath picked up, her fingers moving faster, and she felt her slickness seeping out of her all the more with each thought, each memory.

Their words whispered in her ears, that soft, heady voice that she’d dreamed of almost every night since.

“Come on, Farkas. Give in.”

They’d bent their body over hers, pressing her into the cold, hard metal of the desk as they mercilessly stoked that fire within.

“You know you want to, darling. You want this, want me. Even if you shouldn’t.”

"That's half the fun, isn't it?"

They’d both been dancing around it for months. Every meeting, every attempt at negotiation, attempt at sharing allies, at making the Mojave a more livable place for the people here– well, that had been her goal, anyway. It was clear that House just wanted power. Power over the strip, over the whole damn desert, and Six?

Julie didn’t need to be a master diplomat to see the way they wanted power over her.

They were silver-tongued, seductive, the exact kind of person House could use to a deadly degree, and yet… It’d fucking worked.

“Let me have you, gorgeous." They'd whispered like they were the last words available to them. "Say you’ll work with me, with us, and I can give you all that you desire.”

Stupid fucking line.

Garbage promise, garbage romance that she never would’ve even considered working on her.

And yet…

Shouldn’t have listened. Julie thought, for about the eighteenth time, as her hand moved more rapidly, as she set the pad of her thumb up over her clit and beckoned her fingers within.

She saw stars, saw Six’s face behind closed lids, saw them in bright colors, shades of red and orange and yellow, as tantalizing as open flame to a moth.

Just as deadly, too. She tried to remind herself, but she only felt her walls clench around her fingers at the notion.

Julie’s chest heaved with every racking breath, her wrist felt bruised, the skin there ached and burned against the pressure of her teeth, and finally she released it, and bit into her lip instead. The chair below her creaked as her back arched, as her hips surged forward, and she let her head fall back with the quietest of moans she could manage.

“Goddamn it.” She whispered to the thin walls around her, peeking one eye open to be sure– for the fourth time– that the curtains to her office were closed.

This was the last damn thing she should be doing in here. Her workload piled around the room in files and boxes and in her own head, weighing her down, making her chest ache and her mind feel swollen.

There was only so much she could do for all the people she promised to help, only so many resources in the world, in this part of the wasteland, and yet, here she was. Instead of securing medicine, furthering research, reaching out to the communities and droves of good people in need, she was riding her own fingers to the thought of some power-hungry, selfish asshole who’d rather support a mostly-dead billionaire in carrying out his fiscal goals for this year than give a family the medicine they need. Six would rather stroke Mr. House’s god complex with their bare hands than help her find a way to take down the Legion without the NCR.

And she was fucking doing this to the thought of them.

A groan escaped her, maybe from the way her fingers pressed to that soft spot deep inside that had her stomach clenching with bliss, or maybe it was out of the mental exasperation, the self-guilt she felt pouring out of her in ruinous droves.

“Fucking Six.” She huffed out, still thrusting rapidly into her fingers.

She’s gotten this far, why the hell stop now?

The workload wasn’t going anywhere, and the self-loathing could stand to be staved off just a tad longer, surely. If she finished, if she had a clear head, then maybe–

“Oh?”

Julie’s eyes flew open at the word. At the voice.

“You called?”

Shit.

Julie froze as her eyes darted to the sight of Six, standing just inside her doorway like they belonged there, like they were comfortable.

Their shadowy form leaned back against the old oak of the door, their hands in their pockets, one knee bent like they were lounging against a bar top, just waiting for a potential caller to approach them. Julie found her nose scrunching, her lip curling into a snarl, without a conscious order to do so.

At the very least, they had the decency to close the door. She reluctantly supposed.

If one of the Followers had walked by, had seen them, had seen her…

No. Can’t even consider that.

“W-what are you doing here?” The Followers leader pulled her fingers from herself tritely, and lowered her leg from the top of the desk, scooting the chair forward to hide her bared heat as well as was possible, given the circumstances.

“Oh, no, don’t stop on my account, darling, please.” They waved a hand at her as they stepped forward and into the center of the dim, little room. “Really, it’s flattering. I’m feeling really good about this, even.”

Julie scoffed.

“I’m sure you are.” She said flatly, hoping the flush she felt rising over her skin wasn’t visible in this light. “Now, answer the damn question, Six.”

“Only if you keep doing what you were doing, sweetheart.”

Her nostrils flared, dark brows set over her eyes as she folded her arms over her chest.

“Not a chance.”

“Fine.” They said, like it’d been the most innocent request in the world. “Then… suppose we’ll just have to discuss House’s terms another time.”

Six turned as if to leave, but moved slowly.

Julie narrowed her eyes at them.

“Bummer though." They called over their shoulder, "This was some good news. And time sensitive, too.”

“Then tell me. I don’t have time for your antics, Six.” Julie stood and zipped up the front of her pants as swiftly as her fingers could manage, and began to strut towards them, until Six turned at the sound of her footsteps and she could back them into a corner. The ex-courier’s eyes widened as Julie grabbed them forcefully by the shoulders and pinned their back to the concrete wall behind them.

“Spill it.” She spat.

“Okay! Okay… I’ll tell you, geeze. Just trying to have a little fun, since obviously..." Their eyes trailed downwards, to the still-soaked front of her cargo pants. "You enjoyed yourself the first time.”

Julie flinched at that, like they'd spit directly onto her face.

She wished she could refute them, that she would mean it if she did.

The truth was, though... She’d been as much an active participant as Six. What, with the way her hands had clung tightly to their head as they set their mouth over her folds, the way she pulled them in deeper, harder, the desperate way their name had slipped from her trembling lips in the throes of the release they’d pulled from her.

“That… that doesn’t matter now. I need to know what House decided.”

“And then…?” Their brow quirked suggestively, and Julie very nearly rolled her eyes.

Play their game, and they’ll tell you.

She released a breath, and pulled her hands from their place on Six’s shoulders, allowing them to lean forward and off the hard, unforgiving wall.

“Hmm, was that a ‘maybe’?”

“That was a ‘tell me and we’ll see.’” Julie kept her voice steady, hard as stone, but she couldn’t fool herself, nor her body.

Something in her belly warmed at the thought of… repaying them in such a way.

“Good, so a ‘maybe’. Perfect.” They bared their teeth in a poisonous smile.

“Six.”

“Yes, okay, yes.” The ex-courier smoothed their hands over their coat, settling the wrinkles that Julie had caused with her rough handling of them.

Not that they’d minded. That much is obvious.

“House… he agreed to help.”

“...Help? What does that–”

“He’s got a secret weapon to take care of the Legion assholes. So you don’t need to worry about that, or getting the NCR involved to solve that little issue.” Six began to move as they spoke, gesturing lightly as they moseyed around her small office.

“He’ll help where he can with resources for your organization. Food, medicine, clean water. He’s working on getting infrastructure together to supply it all, and you’ll have second dibs. First is him, of course, but you get to it before the paying public. He promised me that.”

Julie’s eyes followed them as they moved, wide and unblinking as their unthinkable words met her ears.

Was it a trick? A bribe?

“So long as House ends up with the dam, and the NCR effectively out of his way, you and him are in kahoots.”

Six stopped as they reached the other side of her desk, their hands spread over the many papers there as they leaned over it with another snake-like grin.

No... this one was more wolfish. Smug.

In that moment though, their expression didn't much matter, not their games or exploits, either. All that reached her were their words.

“Six…” Julie took a few steps back, to catch herself from toppling over. “That’s… how did he-- I mean, what changed his mind? How, how did you pull this off?”

They gave her a little shrug and a noncommittal expression.

“Eh, it didn’t take that much. The man has almost everything he could ever want, so… you know, he can afford to give some back.”

“That doesn’t sound like him.”

A laugh escaped them, and curiously, their eyes refused to meet her.

“It was nothing, okay?”

Julie’s gaze didn’t waver, dark eyes boring into her guest like a knife pressing into a leather belt. Firmly, stubbornly, her expression loosened their tongue.

“Look," Six relented, "If I can convince you that sleeping with me was a good idea, then I can make Captain Computer give up a few stimpacks and some blamco mac ‘n cheese. I’m not a miracle worker, sweetheart.”

Julie shook her head as a rare smile threatened to spread her lips.

“No,” She said, her voice uncharacteristically soft, “but you will be."

With that, Julie stepped forward, until she faced them across the metal surface of her desk, until she could urge their expression to meet hers.

"When these people start getting what they need, miracles will be popping up from here to the California border. And it’ll be because of you.”

Six’s veneer fractured a bit at that, and they shied from her words, like she’d threatened them. Yet... for the first time, since this unhealthy, unruly, frustrating yearning of hers first took hold of her, it didn’t inspire feelings of guilt or shame.

Maybe… I wasn’t so wrong to try working with them.

“It’s a nice thought, I’ll admit it.” Their words were more hollow than she expected, than they had any right to be, given the news Six had just shared with her. “But miracles? No.”

She didn’t even have to open her mouth for them to know the question waiting behind her closed lips.

“The truth is… House could’ve done this from the start. He’s had these same resources for a hundred years or more. All those years of people suffering, well… The last few are on me as much as him.”

Something sizzled in Julie’s stomach, a quiet anger, bellowed and stirred by their words. But not at Six, no. They were just a pawn.

Like so many of us. Robert House plays the game, longer and with more tenacity than he’s given credit for.

Given blame for, more like.

“And nothing, probably, would’ve changed at all, if not…"

It was like they were being tortured, the way the words fought their way out of Six's throat.

"If not... for you, Julie.”

Her eyes snapped to theirs, then to their mouth disbelievingly.

Did Six just call me 'Julie'? No sweetheart, n-no Farkas, no darling, nothing suave and emotionally removed… but my actual name?

“You’re the miracle here." They continued lowly, as afraid someone might hear them now as she was earlier that same evening. "You, and the Followers. And… I’m gonna do what I can to help. If you give me the chance.”

Maybe she was still stupid, still being manipulated, being conned by a master salesman and his pet, but… Something about this seemed different.

It didn’t feel like that first time, not slimy and wrong and addled with guilt and disappointment. No… There was a shift in them, in her. A sense of hope fluttered in her stomach, lightened her mind and her expression as she looked to the ex-courier in front of her.

“I think…” She started, and noted the way they held their breath. “I think we can maybe arrange for that. Just a chance, though. Nothing more."

Julie gave a decisive nod at the end of it, her jaw set, her eyes like brass. Warm, but still hard, defensive.

"Oh?" Six's brow quirked familiarly, and something in her stirred, "Nothing more? You sure?"

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Day 26 -- Vault Tec Rep

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 26 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Pregnancy with Vault Tec Rep x f!Sole

This poor man deserves a damn break, and so here's this! The vault tec rep seems to have a little following of people that love him, and I'm here for that. If he's a sad ghoul, I love him too, darn it. So, here's a bit of love and softness for this sweet guy.

I hope you like it! <3

*Also, just a note, I used the name that Death Shroud headcannoned for him, cuz I couldn't fathom writing "vault tec rep" 70 or so times 😅 Plus... it's not the most romantic name in the world for someone to call their partner by.

"Oh, vault tec rep, please keep loving me!" Yeah... no.

So his name is David Dwecker. But feel free to give him any name you see fit! I really did like that name for him though, so that's what I went with.*

and if you haven't seen/heard Death Shroud, do yourself a favor and give it a watch! chadfallout76podcast is the creator, so be sure to check out their blog as well! I would link him here, but... He doesn't need to see this, lol.

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Pregnancy, pregnant sex, dancing, kissing, lovemaking, tiny bit of a voice kink, body worship, little bit of a belly kink, fantasies, simultaneous orgasms, creampie, aftercare, cuddling, so much sweetness, it might give you a bellyache.

Words: 4k

Blue, speckled beams of light poured through the half-open window, bathing the room and highlighting the points of Sole’s face, the wisps of her hair, drifting with the pair’s subtle movements over the living room floor. Soft, sweet tunes, so delectable he could very nearly taste them on his tongue, weaved through the air, caressing their ears and setting their souls alight with romance.

She was warm and plush in his grasp, her arms wrapped around him tightly, hanging on his shoulders as the pair swayed with the delightful melody. Though Sole's face was a bit too far from his for comfort, it was a necessary deprivation, David supposed. The need for that distance being the great swell of his love’s stomach pressing into his as they leaned in close as they could.

The Vault Tec representative hummed along with the tune, some well-known romantic din with Sinatra or Nat King Cole or someone of the like, but he was too focused on her to decipher the exact words, the correct artist. David could feel the fatigue beginning to drag at her, felt her weight resting more heavily on his shoulders, and he felt his hands grasping more tightly to her hips, to help steady her pace, her steps, as they swayed about the room.

It was something he always made time for. No matter the work, no matter the life disasters and the fleeting time, he and Sole were never to miss a date night; and what was a date night, without a dance? Without song? Without this blissful closeness?

He swears, her state only made it more necessary.

She was everything to him, even when she wasn’t holding his very future within her. Now, though? He wondered if there was anything he wouldn’t do for her.

“You really are perfect, love.” David whispered, and heard her smile in the way she sighed.

“I don’t feel perfect.” She mumbled, looking down at nothing in particular. “I feel bloated and clumsy and sore and tir–”

“Sweetheart," He interrupted gently, "Why didn’t you tell me?”

He’d felt her growing heavy, sure, knew that she was fatigued, that bedtime was definitely upon them very soon– sooner every night as the months passed– but sore? She was in pain, and still danced with him?

“Come here.” Gently, David stepped back, keeping his hands in place as he began to guide her to their bedroom.

“I’m a little sore, not helpless.” She chided lightly, as he helped her take a seat at the foot of the bed.

David only shook his head as he bent to his knees and pulled her slippers from her undoubtedly aching feet. Despite her weak protests, Sole’s head fell back with a sigh as he began to massage over her and ease the soreness within.

The room was cool from the breeze that blew inside from the open windows. David could smell blossoms in the air, whatever grew below their bedroom window, so light and fragrant. The room was dim, with only one bedside lamp to keep the night at bay, but it cast a warm glow that only emphasized his love’s natural radiance. Crickets sung outside, frogs croaked from their place down by the stream, life teemed all around them and lulled him into a deep sense of safety, of belonging.

It felt… unfamiliar, fleeting almost, and something pressed to the back of David's mind, like a knock at the back door, like someone speaking to him through water, he couldn’t quite make it out.

Sole’s hand grabbing his shoulder pulled him from those thoughts easily, and they blew away like winter leaves.

“I can hardly feel my feet now, after that.” She smiled warmly, if not tiredly, her eyes half-lidded. “Thank you, baby.”

“No trouble at all, love.” His hands moved up her calves, squeezing and kneading as they went. “Any more… requests while I’m, um, down here?” He ended his question with a chuckle, as fizz seemed to bubble and tickle in his stomach.

You’d think, after all this time, as many times as we’ve been together, I wouldn’t get so flustered at the mere thought of it.

He couldn’t blame himself though, not when his Sole was, well… she was his everything. His home, his happiness, his family, his love, all wrapped into one.

David didn’t know a single person could be so many things to him.

“Kiss me?” Sole spoke up in a quiet voice, one that sounded just as bashful and breathless as he felt.

Another boon of her current state, he thought to himself, as his lips immediately pressed to the bare inside of her thigh. She was so needy when she was pregnant, she made him feel like a different man, one worthy of those heady desires. Not like he usually felt, like some Joe Schmo who’d only ever existed on the other side of someone’s front door. A man in a suit and a hat. No discernable personality, no passions beyond his subpar job.

She made him feel wanted, exceptional, desirable on more than a ‘average man who has a steady job’ level. It was a biological one, instead. She wanted him, in every way a woman could. And she wanted him, she chose him to be with, even with every possible alternative out there available to her.

That, beyond all things, made him feel truly... feral.

It was a state David Dwecker didn’t know he could find himself in, not ever in his life, but it was how he felt in this very moment.

He fought with that instinct as much as he could, taking his time moving up her body, being gentle with her, despite the way his hands shook and his breath picked up with desire. Her words had been clear, but vague at the very same time. Kiss her, yes, he could very much do that, but where? Down where he was kneeling? Should he rise up and capture her lips with his, kiss over her rounded belly? Should he just opt for all of the above?

Sole didn’t seem to protest, when he did in fact, decide to act upon that final thought. David’s lips traveled up over her thigh, his hands following the movement, asking, as they reached the hem of her sleep dress. His eyes met hers, voicing a silent question with raised brows, and she nodded, her expression already ripe with yearning.

His fingers glided along the soft fabric, swiping it up over her stomach, revealing her bareness beneath it. David felt his breath catch at the sight of her, her little belly button, mere days away from popping from the pressure of her growing stomach, squiggly marks lining the skin there, so lightly, so endearingly, her sweet folds, already glistening with that want that always astonished him.

“Beautiful.” He rasped out between kisses, “So beautiful.”

He felt the slight raise of her stretch marks against his bottom lip, and her belly quivered from her catching breaths. She didn’t have it in her to refute him now, not with arousal bubbling up inside her.

Sole’s hands went to his head, one caressing the back of his neck, while the other had fingers digging into his scalp, massaging him back in her own way.

Soft music drifted in from the living room, romantic and sweet as it met his ears. Her growing sighs and breaths were no less melodic to him, and he felt heat building and building beneath his skin. As such, David’s kisses became feverish, more hurried as his hands reached her chest and his mouth followed close behind.

Sole raised her arms up for a moment, allowing him to pull the dress completely off over her head. He couldn’t even pause to take her in, as he almost always did. Instead, his lips went straight to her now-bared breasts, mouthing over the warm mounds softly, so as not to hurt her.

David knew the way they must ache, and by the way she gasped as his lips dragged over a nipple, he held himself back from his over-impassioned appreciation of them. His arms braced on either side of her head, holding his body up enough that he wouldn’t put any unnecessary weight onto her, and finally, his lips moved upwards to meet hers.

This kiss was different from the others, sloppy and unrushed, exploring each other like they hadn’t a hundred times before this, and he felt affection wash through him, felt it ebb and flow like ocean waves within the sheltered harbor of their shared contact. Sole’s hands returned to him, nagging at his cotton t-shirt, until he pulled back to remove it in a flash. His lips returned to hers in an instant, incapable of being away from her any longer, as she gratefully explored his skin, running her fingers like lit matchsticks over his flushed chest, his heaving shoulders, and trailing blazing marks over him. David pulled breaths in between his teeth, straight from her mouth to his, tasting every last bit of her, of the dessert they’d shared, of the nighttime tea she’d sipped while he’d readied the radio for their dance. He savored all of it like this would be the last time he had the chance.

“I love you, darling.” He said into her, and Sole released a whine that sent surges of energy through every vein in his body. “There isn’t a single thing about you that I don’t love.”

“Mm, love you too, honey.” She gasped out her response, and he pulled back to let her catch her breath. “Need you. Need you, David, please.”

Her hands squeezed at his shoulders, dragged over the soft swell of his chest, pressing there and encouraging him downward.

He smiled, feeling a sort of prideful contentment swell inside him.

She needs me.

“Where, sweetheart? Where do you need me?”

Sole bit her bottom lip so prettily, looking away with a shy little grin; and though, at that point, she didn’t need to answer for him to know what she wanted, David waited with his brows raised in expectation.

“You’re being rude to your wife, Mr. Dwecker.” She said with a pout, and he could only chuckle, giddy at the way she spoke to him. The way she called him her husband.

It'd been long enough that he should be used to it by now, but how could he be? Every day with her was a novel event.

“No, come on, sweetheart.” David braced himself on one hand, so the other could press to one soft cheek, and turn her eyes back to meet his. “Tell me where you need me.”

A roll of her eyes and a bit of a whine later, and finally Sole broke.

“Need you in me, baby. Need you inside, need your… your cock.”

David’s breath caught at that, at her words. They were more than he could’ve hoped for, and he felt his head reeling, his cock aching in his pants, his vision clouding with a hazy little vignette at the way pleasure surged through him.

“Yes, ma’am.” He leaned down to kiss her one last time, short but passionate as he dragged his tongue over hers, and then backed away.

His hands helped her scooch further up on the bed, fluffed the pillows so she could lean back comfortably. He moved away, but for a moment, to remove his sweatpants and drop them to the carpeted floor. Then, crawling his way back onto the bed, he lovingly spread her soft thighs as far apart as they could go, and slotted himself between them.

Now, he paused, taking in the glorious sight of her.

Her thighs were warm in his hands, smooth to the touch, her hair was mussed against the pillow, her eyes half-closed, her chest heaving with her breaths. Sole was the very pinnacle of attraction, of vivacious, robust health that had him gawking at the marvel of her body. She was bursting with life and glowing like the rays of the setting sun. She was a natural wonder. David felt she could do anything, if she could do this. If she could love him, hold his entire future inside her, if, through everything she’s been through, and everything that she would go through still, she could be her tenacious, gentle, passionate, self, if she could be that and more, his Sole was surely divine.

To see her spread this way, just for him, he felt privileged, like he didn’t deserve to even lay his eyes upon her, but gracefully, Sole allowed it.

He would never squander that, David promised himself. Not when the baby came and he lacked sleep and sanity, not when she was weary and cross with him, not even when they were old and wrinkled and the world had changed beyond the point of recognition, he would always treasure the fact that he was the one lucky enough to be able to love her like she deserved.

“What?” He heard her voice through the haze of his own thoughts.

David blinked at her.

“What are you looking at?” She wasn’t teasing him, no, Sole sounded almost worried.

How long was I staring?

“Is something wrong?”

“No!” He said, quickly as his clumsy lips could manage. He still felt like he was in a dream, somehow. “No, sweetheart, just… can’t get enough of you.”

He scooted himself forward, releasing her thighs to let them fall on either side of him as his hips met her, and he let his stiff member rest overtop her pubic mound. One hand went to his erection, pressing it so the underside of his shaft would put pressure onto her clit as he began to rub it forward and back over her.

“Didn’t mean to make you nervous, love.” He said apologetically as he moved, “Sometimes, I just can’t believe this is all real. That we’re doing this, starting a family, that… that some schmuck like me gets the privilege of being with you every night.”

Sole’s breath caught, and he saw her eyes glisten in the dim lamplight.

“You’re not just some schmuck to me, David.” He could see the way she wanted to reach for him, to comfort him, but her gravid belly wouldn’t allow for that kind of movement.

He reached for her instead, leaning forward so his free hand could grasp with one of hers. She squeezed it tight.

“I love you, I want you, want this for us.” She was growing more and more breathless as he rubbed over her, and David felt her slickness beginning to collect on the underside of his cock. "No matter what you think, honey, you’re– ahh, you’re worthy of it. All of it.”

A groan left his throat at that, at the way his chest utterly ached at her words, as he felt emotion collecting in his eyes just the same. On the next rub of his length over her, he felt the tip of him catch at her entrance and, almost unwittingly, he pressed inside.

Sole gasped, and her eyebrows creased together at the sudden feel of him, but she opened up easily. Her wetness eased the way for him, letting his length slide all the way in on the first stroke, until his hips met the back of her thighs. David couldn’t help the lewd moan that left him. He felt heat rise all the way to his ears, felt a primal satisfaction warm his chest, tighten the muscles in his stomach, automatically causing him to begin little pulses of his hips against her.

Sole's walls sucked him in in response, her sweltering heat clenching until he felt like she was choking him. It was difficult, then, to begin his first few thrusts, as she tightly held onto him like a vise.

“Feel so good, darling, s-so warm.” His voice came out somewhere between a breath and a growl from his efforts, “So perfect.”

He took care, as she loosened enough for his pace to increase, as his words and actions made her gush more wetness onto him. David had to catch himself, had to make sure he was being mindful of her state. He watched her expression for any sign of discomfort, but all he could discern was bliss.

Sole’s fingers gripped at the bedsheets as she felt him spread her apart, rubbing against all those sensitive spots inside. She gasped and moaned with his attention, with his effort, with the heightened pleasure that her hormones only exacerbated. One free hand moved down to where they were connected, David’s fingers gathering a bit of her slick before he began to rub over that sensitive little point nestled in her folds.

Sole’s hips began to buck up towards him at the new pressure, and he tried to angle his hips along with her. He pushed forward just as she reared up off the mattress, rubbing the head of his cock as deep inside as he could manage, until he felt another telltale squeeze of her walls around him.

“D-David…” She moaned his name, and he thrust harder than he meant to.

“Hngh, yes, darling?” His voice was labored as he continued, feeling himself grow harder, more desperate, with every press into her searing warmth. “What is it?”

“I’m close, honey.” He saw the way her rounded stomach tried to clench with the pleasure flowing through her, how sweat had begun to shine over her glowing skin.

“Yes.” He nodded, breathless. “I feel it.”

David leaned back somewhat, his hands going to her hips to haul her closer, as close as he could manage, and he lifted her just a smidge to get the proper angle before he pounded against that soft, spongy spot at the very back of her.

Sole cried out, and he felt his cock pulse inside her tellingly.

“M-me too, dear.” David nearly choked, “‘M close.”

Sole couldn’t respond though, not with words, as she arched her back, as her hips stuttered and she came with a broken moan. He felt her wetness gush onto him, felt her body tremble in his grasp, and the pressure of her, that desperate, wanting squeeze around his member was more than enough to set him over the edge, and he released with a cry of his own.

David’s hips bucked shallowly as his cock pulsed out ropes of his seed into her still-clenching walls. His grasp on her was tight, the way his hands held her to him and kept himself steady, kept him from collapsing overtop her as his energy faded from a roiling flame into a pleasantly sizzling bed of coals.

Sole’s eyes were closed as he felt the last of his spend leave him, as he felt himself growing soft within her, and reluctantly, David eased himself out.

The air was suddenly cooler than he remembered, against his clammy skin, the wetness coating his hips. He shivered as he stepped off the bed and grabbed a towel from their bathroom. It happened in a daze, as he moved to clean them both, as he gathered the blankets together and wrapped them about their tired, spent bodies, and blissfully, he held Sole in his embrace as she drifted off.

He didn’t sleep right away. In fact, David found he couldn’t, even with his fatigue, he felt… a sort of unrest that made fear prickle beneath his skin. It was back, that whisper at the back of his head, that woeful sound that had his eyes wide and his heart racing.

Something was… was wrong, even though everything felt right with the world. With Sole asleep in his arms, with the cool night, the warm blankets, the crickets’ song outside, the radio droning from the other room.

Suddenly, David felt very far away from it all. Like he was in another’s skin, like this world wasn't his own. He was afraid to sleep, in case he woke up somewhere wrong, afraid to even blink. But he could only hold out for so long.

Then he was blinking awake.

The ghoul sat up with a start, feeling the blanket gather around his heaving waist as he looked wildly around the shadowy room.

It was a hollow ruin of his dream.

The smell around him wasn’t fresh blossoms, but stagnant water and stale dust. No cricket song poured in, only silence and the groan of the wind through bare tree branches. It wasn’t pleasantly cool, but cold with the drafts whispering through the cracks and holes in the shabby walls of the Sanctuary home he found himself in.

It all came flooding back, and sadness permeated his skin, his heart.

Slowly, with a shaking hand, David pressed the pads of his fingers to his scarred and textured face. His breath caught momentarily, but a movement stopped him from despairing.

Sole…

She was the commonality. The one constant in this world, and the one of his wildest dreams.

“Honey?” Her voice asked tiredly. “You okay?”

“Fine, sweetheart.” He whispered, all the warmth of his dream contained in those words. “I’m just…”

David turned to her, and leaned down before he could even finish, kissing her lips, her cheeks, caressing her with his time-ruined hands with all the gratefulness of a man that thought he'd lost his love for good.

Sole giggled at his attention, trying to kiss him in return, but he was too feverish, too unpredictable with his overwhelming affection.

“I’m so happy to see you.” He kissed her again, until she groaned against his lips.

“Mm, David, sweetie, I’ve been here all night, all week.”

“I know, love, I know.” He moved over her completely, and Sole wrapped her legs around him, rubbed her smooth hands over his shoulders.

“So, what’s brought all this on, hm?”

“Missed you when I was asleep.” He breathed against her neck, “Love you so much, Sole, I want… I wish…”

His movements paused as he remembered.

In his mind’s eyes, he saw her before him, he felt the delicate raise of her stretch marks against his lips, he yielded to the soreness of her breasts, moved slowly and carefully around the swell of her belly.

“What?” She prodded gently, and David blinked.

His throat was tight, his mind fearful, apprehensive.

“I… I dreamed we, that you…”

He looked into her eyes as his confidence wavered, and she made him feel brave. The affection he saw there… even when he now looked like this. After 200 years of suffering, after her hardship and grief, they’d both lived. Survived through it all and made it here, to this.

“I dreamed that we were having a baby.”

Sole stared with wide, vibrant eyes, first looking at him, and then at something far past him, deep in thought.

“Is that…” She started, being careful with her words, “Is that something you want? Something that’s… possible?”

He shook his head mutely.

“I-I don’t know if it’s possible, but… But I dreamed about it, and when I did… Well, it’s hard to think of anything I want more.”

Her smile almost caused him to faint, the genuine joy he saw there made his arms shake.

“Y-you think you would want to, well, that you might…?”

Sole was nodding even before he trailed off, and David’s grin mirrored hers.

A second chance. He thought, as he leaned down to kiss her, and she met him easily, pressing in until they were both breathless.

“I… I want to try, at least.” She panted out, “In all honesty, I’ve been thinking about it too. Just… didn’t know how to approach it.”

She leaned in and kissed him this time, her hands on either side of his face as their lips met in a cacophony of feeling.

“A family…” Sole breathed out with a contagious smile as her head fell back onto the pillow.

“A family.” He repeated, his voice firm, stubborn in the way it wanted this. The way he would dream and hope and speak it into his reality.

So help him, that dream would come true. One day.

One day soon.

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