#charon x reader

💢Alecto💢

Needless to say, Alecto is FURIOUS. Well. What she is usually is furious. Whatever this is defies any language whatsoever. She's hissing and spitting and snarling, looking more beast than person. Honestly, if she calmed down, she probably could've gotten herself loose by now.

"Hey, Alecto, you alright?"

"Do I look alright?!? Get these wretched things off me NOW!"

She's tangled up in chains, too haphazard to be intentional. You glance up at the ceiling, where the usual shackles that dangle from the roof of Tartarus are conspicuously absent. They must have gotten knocked loose somehow. You know better than to tease her right then. Alecto will not find it appealing. Instead, you crouch down beside her. "Hold still, I'll get you free."

She growls and mutters as you work the chains loose all "Damnable place." and "Curse Daedalus, and all his wretched contracters." and "If I wasn't trapped right now, I'd tear you to shreds." That last one comes when you accidentally pull the chains tighter. Oops. Eventually, you succeed in getting her free enough that she can shake the rest of them off.

"Better?"

"Bah, I didn't need your help. I could've gotten out just fine on my own."

"Of course," you say affably. Tbh, most of the time it's just easier to let Alecto have it. She's kinda like a really grumpy alley cat and it's far more adorable than you'll ever say out loud. Hey, you're brave but you're not stupid.

Alecto starts to storm off, but stops just at the threshold to the next chamber. "...Thanks." she says, in the same tone one would say "go fuck yourself."

Aww, she likes you <3

🛶Charon🛶

You're walking through the depths of Tarturus when you hear... splashing? That's odd. Sure, there's fish occasionally and definitely the sounds of the water rushing by, but splashing? That's just weird.

You peer over the side of the platform and see. Oh, fuck. Hello.

"Mghhhh?"

"Oh, shit!" You scramble to help pull Charon back onto dry(ish) land, the boatman shockingly light given his size. "What happened?"

Charon turns his head away, pulling his hat down to cover his face. "Mhhhh. Hhhhhhhhh..... mhhh," he says, almost sheepishly.

"You... fell out of your boat?"

"Mnn. >:("

"I'm trying very hard not to laugh, okay? You're just gonna have to deal with the smile."

"...mhhhh...?"

"Yeah, yeah, I promise not to tell anyone. I'm not that mean."

🌌Chaos🌌

Chaos had been watching your various interactions with the Olympians and finds them deeply amusing. It looks fun. They want to play too! Which is why you're surprised, upon your next visit, to find them sprawled out upon the stone, pinned at strategic locations by the weight of fallen columns.

"Chaos! You alright? What happened?"

"My realm has fallen upon me and I am now trapped. Helpless. Unable to escape from anything you may choose to do to me."

You stare at Chaos. They're...? No. They can't be. But what else...?

At your blank expression, Chaos tips their head. "You are confused. I witnessed the goddess Aphrodite play this with you. Have I misunderstood the rules of the game?"

Son of a bitch, they actually are. Congratulations, you're now going to have to spur of the moment dom a primordial entity while also digesting the fact that said primordial entity is apparently peeking in on your sex life. You just hope they're not gossiping about it with Zagreus...

"No, no, you've got it right."

"Ah, good." Chaos seems contented. "I struggle so to interpret the nuances of the realms above. Every time I blink there seems to be yet more."

"So, um, how do you want to...?"

"Hmm, yes. Pray, oh noble hero, take pity on me. Certainly do not ravish me and take advantage of my defenseless form. Oh, I shall give you anything to prevent this. I am, of course, lying. Happily take whatever liberties you please."

Well, with an invitation like that, are you just gonna say no?

🔥Hades🔥

"Damn these blasted wretches! Not me, you fools, Zagreus! Zagreus!"

An all too familiar voice echoes through the chambers as you walk through Tartarus. Hades sounds more incensed than you've ever heard him before, which is a truly impressive feat considering just how long the list of things that annoys the god of the Underworld is.

You come around the corner just in time to spy a few of those weird hand things vanish around the corner. Hades writhes on the floor, wrapped from head to toe in chains and swearing vehemently. You lean over him, smiling cheekily. "And whatever happened here, Lord Hades?"

"Stop gawking and assist me this instant!" he barks.

You touch his shoulder, reliahing the way his muscles strain beneath the skin. "But you look so nice like this."

"Get off me."

The walls themselves shake as Hades roars, snapping the chains as if they are made of little more than paper. He gets to his feet, his eyes dark. "Never do that again. Not here."

He avoids you the next few days. You think he's still mad at you, but in reality he's just ashamed of his outburst. He feels bad for frightening you like that. In truth, he probably wouldn't have minded the situation if it hadn't been out in the open where any passing shade could've seen him. Hades is very much NOT into voyeurism. He has a reputation to maintain after all. But perhaps he might look into procuring some of those chains and presenting them to you as an apology of sorts...

💤Hypnos💤

Cerberus lounges in his usual spot, Hades himself missing, perhaps still fighting Zagreus up above. Oddly, the rest of the hall seems deserted too. Not unheard of, but definitely noteable.

"Hey, Cerberus."

The three-headed dog thumps his tail, happy to see you, almost muffling the faint voice coming from below him.

"Uh, hey? Is somebody there?"

You look a little closer, noting that you can see specks of grey and gold through the gap between Cerberus's head and paws. "Is that you, Hypnos?"

"Yep, it's me! Can you uh, maybe help me?"

"Cerberus, let poor Hypnos go. He's not your chew toy."

The dog looks thoughtful for a moment before deciding that no, in fact, you're wrong and also he wants you in the snuggle pile too. You produce a rather undignified noise as Cerberus's middle head scoops you up and tucks you under his chest.

"So, I guess you won't be getting me out, huh?" Hypnos chirps.

"Probably not." You have to admit tho, it is comfier under here than you thought it would be. And Hypnos is happy to cuddle up to you, sharing his fluffy quilted cloak.

"You know, I'm glad Cerberus got you too. Now we can take a nap together!"

You've got a dog and a snuggly sweet little god, what more could you want? I mean, besides air that isn't horribly warm and smells like dog breath. But other than that.

🖤Megaera🖤

"Ugh. Blast that Zagreus..."

"Hi, Meg."

"Oh no." Meg grits her teeth, clearly unhappy that you've found her in such a state. And, to be fair, being pinned to the wall by arrows is probably quite embarrassing for her. "Alright, get your jokes out and let's get this over with."

"That... that doesn't hurt, does it? It kinda looks like it hurts." You might have considered teasing her, but uh actually that does look really painful. You eye the spray of arrows spearing her wing to the stone, wincing at the black globs of blood that trickle down them.

"I've had worse. Just send me back to the House. I don't want to stand around here all day."

"Right." You're kinda used to the whole "death is faster and more convenient than dealing with whatever mess I've ended up" thing that all the Underworld denizens seem to have going on.

As you're leaning in to stab her, Meg whispers, "Next time you'll be the one trapped." and even days later you're still not entirely sure if she was threatening you or flirting with you.

🌙Nyx🌙

Of all the things you expected to find Nyx doing, attempting to free her hair from a rosebush was not one of them.

"Um... what's up?"

Honestly, you didn't even know Nyx could blush. "I... These flowers have proven a bit trickier than I first thought."

"Can't you just command them to let you go?" You're trying incredibly hard not to find this situation funny but you're pretty sure you're smiling anyway.

"They are not of this realm and therefore do not obey me. Perhaps, if you could...?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course."

"Pray, be gentle. Zagreus worked so hard to prpcure the gemstones required to commission them. I would hate for his efforts to go to waste."

Nyx has gotten her hair so impressively tangled that you're genuinely not even sure how she accomplished this. As you work, your mind wanders and you think about what it would be like if Nyx really was trapped. The words come out before you can reflect on whether or not they should.

"You ever play any games in the Underworld? Say, damsel in distress perhaps?"

"Hmm. No. You'll have to teach me. And I fear I am a hands-on learner."

Wait.

Forget the fact that you just flirted with a goddess.

Did she just flirt back??

💀Thanatos💀

"This cannot be happening. Not again."

You know that voice. You poke your head into the next chamber, unsurprised to see Thanatos but definitely surprised to see that he's somehow gotten himself tangled up in chains like a kitten in a ball of yarn.

"So... how'd this happen?"

"Oh, darkness." Than turns his head away, hiding his face under his hood. "Of all the people," he mumbles. "I tripped on the stupid things and now they won't let me go. The Chains of Death have never liked me."

"Or maybe they like you a little too much," you tease.

"Please... no jokes. This is already embarrassing enough."

You pinch Than's cheek playfully. "Oh, I would never make fun of such a scary god."

Thanatos swallows thickly, looking somehow even more embarrassed than he had just a second ago.

"Unless," you suggest, raising an eyebrow playfully. "he wants me to?"

"You and I are no longer on speaking terms," Thanatos mutters.

🔪Tisiphone🔪

You haven't had much contact with the last of the Fury sisters. She spends her time in the most out of the way sections of Tarturus, the hardest of them all to stumble across by accident. Therefore, you're entirely surprised to find her in this chamber, so close to the House.

"Murder," she hisses, sounding all manner of annoyed. And fair tbh. If your wing was trapped in a door, you'd probably be annoyed too.

"Um, hey there. You need a hand?"

Tisiphone shoots her head toward you, but doesn't say anything, instead simply staring as you very cautiously approach. Carefully, so as not to hurt her further, you pry the door open to give her space to pull her wing free.

"Mrr," she huffs, flapping the wing experimentally.

"Everything okay?"

She snaps her gaze to you, just as sharp as the first time. "Murderer."

"Uh, no? I don't think so?"

She's looking at you so intently, so unblinkingly (can she blink?) that you feel like something about to be hunted. You take a step back and she reaches for you, her bony hand curling in the empty space.

"Mrr... mrr...." And then she makes a different noise. It's... the first sound of your name? Not all of it, just enough to be recognizable. Oh. Okay.

Tisiphone's shoulders slump, frustrated? Disappointed?

"You’re welcome," you say.

They/them. Sfw. May be a bit out of character at times. Some platonic some Romanic.

Fallout 3

Butch

He will absolutely tease Lone about it, he doesn't seem to be type of person to cuddle.

Probably doesn't know how to react, just look at his parents, they don't look like very affectionate people, he most likley thinks that hugs are for week, emotional people and that he's too cool for that.

If Lone and Butch get into relationship, he may open up about this sort of stuff. And he turns out to be a big cuddler (only in privacy). But this would take crazy long time to pull off.

After that he's definitely very touchy and talkative, will tease Lone about their looks and their sexy sexy body parts.

Charon

Lone is doing 'die like Ahzrukhal' achievement.

He is not into that shit, before he knows lone and after they become friends/partners/idk whatever you want it to be.

Best he can do is stare at Lone like child at disabled person in bus or give them akward pat on shoulder.

If they both are laying down and Lone scoots towards Charon, he might rest his hand on their hips/waist on good day. On bad he'll just groan like old man and ignore lone.

Honestly thinking about it again, he might just do anything that Lone wants since he got this whole brainwash training arc going on and lone has the contract, but I assume y'all care about consent.

Jericho

Anyone even cares about that guy??

Honestly will anyone read that part and go 'omg my favourite guy I must read yay' or skip and slide down to fallout NV to read about vulpes and arcade?

He smells like sweat, unwashed body, leather and alcohol. He has unshaven face, Lone will definitely feel those short annyoing hairs poking them!!

I rarely make different headcanon for male/female s/o but it's relevant rn. If lone looks feminine, he will make nasty comments once approached, if they look masculine he will call them the slur.

Random funfact, writing stuff on phone while my hands are shaking is very hard, each person that makes fun of my typos will be executed on 23rd April 2074 at 21:37 GMT+1 timezone.

Fallout New Vegas

Raul

I don't know chat this might go two ways

Courier might remind him of past relationships and people he once knew. That might push him away from any closer touches or affections. But this simmilarly may also make him more attached and more open about stuff? You pick

If hugged he might crack a joke or two; he's a ghoul, those poor, old bones might break if Courier squeezes too hard...

But he probably doesn't care, you want hug? Here's your hug! Might be very akward about cuddles in bed though, not his cup of tea.

Arcade

Idk much about this dude, last time I played this game was years ago tbh.

Y'all might think that he's shy, small spoon, but I think that he would enjoy both.

Gentle and sweet. If Courier hugs him unexpectedly, Arcade might flood them with questions. Are you feeling alright? Did something happened?

Very understanding and might experiment with positions, that's why I believe that he wants to try being small and bug spoon during cuddles. But his favourite position is when he half his, back resting on pillows, one arm wrapped around s/o that's asleep and second holding his favourite book to read before he goes to sleep too. Bonus points if s/o's limbs are wrapped around Arcade's body

Definitely wraps blanket afound himself and Courier. Also imagine cuddling up to arcade while he reads a book, all cozy and calm.

He might be the best pick on the list.

Vulpes

Fuckass

Legion leaning male courier ig

Just like in real ancient Rome. They hate women so much they rather be gay.

He will NEVER do anything that resembles even enjoying Couriers company in public. Those two got to be miles away from any legion camp for him to even hold s/o's hand.

He's cold in bed most likley, thinking that he should focus on mission, on future of legion rather than on quick pleasures. Stiff like log too, bro is not doing the first move. Also his hands are litterally cold, no warmth in his body.

Lanius

Big spoon vibe, he enjoys having controll over their movement, seeing more than they do. I feel like he likes long hair, anything he can pull on or play with.

Why is he here? I don't know.

I just really like thinking about him sometimes

If Courier attempts to approach him they will die.

Never played Legion leaning Courier, I'm going off the vibes and two spicy fanfics I read about that guy two years ago.

He definitely has soft body, when muscle tissue is relaxed, it's soft. And this guy is an absolute muscular beast. I can't imagine how much his weapon and armour weights.

And here is where the 'out of character' warning will be useful, everything about Lanius under this sentence might cause few of you to cringe; I feel like s/o could with ease use him as warm mattress, I imagine him as very big (height and width) man, can lift many weights.

Let's just imagine that somehow someway he actually likes someone. Wooaaaah! Simmilarly to vulpes he won't show his feelings in public, best s/o can get is walking next to him, occasionally brushing their hand against his.

In bed? In privacy? His hands are everywhere. On hips, around their torso. He is volac, mostly huffs and loud exhales. Always big spoon, nuh uh you don't get to see his face oh no no you silly thing.

Let's courier sit on his lap? Idk?

Ulysses

Yapper

Perfect if courier likes to lisen to radio/podcasts while sleeping. Pleasant background noise.

He will ramble and mumble about society and humanity and how hopeless it is and how nothing matters (Start writing poetry dude)

Play with his hair, please touch him.

Lay on his stomach and give him complements while he laments about his fursonas

Benny

Pre kidnapped Benny or after?

Bro defo changes his perspective on courier if they rescue him. But I know that not all fanfic enjoyers put their s/o in role of courier, some of y'all like random not related O/C's me too tbh. Sooo...

He enjoys spoiling his s/o with money and expensive items, maybe because it makes him feel like this big strong man?

He doesn't mind showing them around, let public know that he has such gorgeous creature around. That includes arms wrapped around their waist, kisses, holding them close on his laps.

So it's easy to assume that he would enjoy cuddles, makes him feel like king of the world, loved and lucky king.

Rip all content that didn't make it into the game. So much stuff never made it into game. We could have companion Benny and Ulysses.

Fallout 4

Hancock

Hell yeah. He is definitely type of guy to just go along with anything Sole wants. Sole doesn't like touch? Fine he won't touch them. Sole is huge cuddle bug? He is more than happy to indulge. (Woah consent I'm shaken)

I feel like he is touchy guy himself, can't stop nuzzling into Sole's neck, complementing how nice they make him feel

Absolute worshipper, hands everywhere, playing with their hair, skin, studying their body like there's about to be exam.

Nick

Well I'll be damned.

Is his body cold? I wonder if his body can get progressively warmer when he's during difficult tasks, just like my phone know, I cannot hold it for long it burns my hand.

Doesn't seem like cuddly guy, but he will let Sole get all snuggly in bed, probably will chuckle and call them some sweet yet outdated name.

Does he sleep? Recharge? Creepy stares at sole while they sleep?

X-8

Was it x-6? Maybe 7? I don't remember I honestly have to replay those games gee.

If sole enjoys hugging hold human sided bricks he is perfect guy.

Will question, judge and report to institute.

Please don't do that, he might start developing actual feelings first time in his life.

Gage

I imagine this guy falling asleep on edge of bed as far away as possible from Sole, then awakening on top of them glued to their body

He smells, he's just less rude Jericho (only cuz sole is his boss), with nicer voice and personality and actual brain.

Another one of those guys who take way toom long time to show Sole some affection. He won't do that in public tho, you two have intimidating reputation to hold!

During calm afternoons he will wrap his arm around Sole's shoulders or put his hand on their thigh.

In bed he enjoys being the big spoon, secretly loves how Sole smells like and it makes him feel warm that they trust him, like really really trust him.

Charon was the epitome of a "man of few words". On a good day, you might hear him speak a handful of sentences, a paragraph or two when he felt especially chatty. However, most days, you only heard a few words or grunts. Sometimes, he was just completely silent.

Though you'd initially taken it as a sign that he didn't like you, didn't enjoy your company or your "holding" of his contract, you'd learned otherwise as the two of you had grown more familiar with one another. Each day on the road or holed up in a hotel room was another chance to try to break the thick, cold ice. Painstakingly slowly, you'd grown close; first interpersonally, then physically.

The burly, redheaded ghoul was perfectly good company, but he wasn't especially entertaining. You really wished there was more to do for fun in this place than drink, gamble, and gossip.

The dusty, grimy saloon you'd been hanging around for a day or so was bustling, another new person coming in the door or stumbling out of it what felt like every minute. Though the place had been slow when you'd first sat down a few hours before, it had grown rather packed, leaving you staring into your drink to avoid making accidental eye contact with stranger after stranger. Beside you, your bodyguard and boyfriend studied each face that passed through the entryway. You let your hand rest on his knee, and he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye for a hard beat.

Thanks to the closeness you'd fostered, you'd grown more proficient at reading his body language over time; his face, the direction he turned his head, where he pinned his gaze and for how long, all small tells to what was going on in his mind. Though he was quiet overall, his physicality communicated much more than most might assume.

That's why you knew, when he let his gaze drag very deliberately up your body and across your chest before dragging it up to make direct eye contact with you, that it was time to retire to your room for the night. Maybe there was more fun to be had than drinking.

"Ready to go?" you asked, leaning close both to tease and to be heard over the buzzing murmur of a dozen other parties in the room, your shoulder just barely brushing his side.

Charon nodded wordlessly as his only form of reply, but you could see a familiar heat in his gaze that gave you goosebumps as you made your way up the rickety wooden stairs at the back of the place. It was as if you could feel him tracing every inch of you in his mind, silently looming just a hair's breadth behind you as you went along, the stairs creaking under his weight.

The rooms upstairs weren't the most private you'd ever seen, thin walls and a walkway outside the door that overlooked the gambling floor below. The sound of drunks and down-and-out gamblers floated up easily, echoing off the high ceiling.

You'd barely managed to shut the door behind you before Charon grabbed you up and pressed you into it, the old flooring beneath you groaning in protest at both of you sharing a spot. It was a little unsettling at times, just how easily he was able to ruck you upwards like a sack of tatoes, the display of strength nothing to him. His mouth was on yours quickly, tongue swiping at your lips as the air was squeezed out of your lungs between him and the wood. Big, rough hands juggled your weight, kneading clumsily into the meat of your ass as they did. You could already feel his swelling erection against your stomach.

"Jeez." you giggled out breathlessly as he wrapped your legs more securely around his waist, mouth sealing around whatever flesh it could reach. "If you were so ready to go, you could have let me know earlier."

"Mm." he grunted, seemingly in the negative, preoccupied with working his free hand beneath your thin shirt.

You already felt partially naked without even light armor, but the day had been far too hot and humid to wear the extra layers of leather just to sit around in your room or at the bar. Though your companion had expressed repeated concern about you not protecting yourself more, he didn't seem to mind so much now. Both of you let out matching hums as he began to pluck at one of your nipples.

For a long minute or two, he kept you pinned against the wall, the low hum of the noise at the bar downstairs muffling your audible whining and scuffling against the door. Letting your hips wriggle and arc against his as much as your limited movement would allow, you whimpered again when he began to mirror you, grinding his crotch against you. Your arms wound around his thick neck, nails scratching lightly at what little of the muscled expanse of his back you could reach.

"Bed." you mumbled between kisses.

Obediently, Charon pulled you snug against his chest and marched both of you over to the musty, wrought-iron framed bed in the corner. Settling himself on the edge, your rear rested on his thighs, your legs straddling them. He was quick to grab your shirt by the hem, yanking it over your head and discarding it somewhere. Though he moved to quickly caress your chest, you made to pull his shirt off as well. If you didn't intentionally move to undress him, he'd stay almost entirely clothed for the whole event.

You took a moment to trace your palms across the wide expanse of his chest, admiring the view, but he was quick to decide your attention was better placed elsewhere. Gripping your hips again, he lifted you to your feet, leaving you standing between his bulky knees. At your full height, he still had an inch or two on you as he sat on the edge of the bed. His position made his face much more accessible than it typically was, however, and you leaned in to give him a few sweet pecks on the lips. The big ghoul seemed very appreciative of the affection, hands petting carefully, though heavily, along your back and ass. As you let the tip of your tongue play along his thin, hard-set mouth, he made easy work of your belt and fly, thick fingers quick if not deft, dropping your pants to the floor.

Shivering, you pulled back for a moment, smoothing a touch along the exposed muscle of his cheek before sinking down to your knees. Trailing plush, hot kisses down his scarred breastbone, you reached down and began to playfully toy with his outer belt buckle. Quickly, his ammo belt fell with a loud clatter to the wooden floor between your legs. His eyes jumped to the door for a beat.

Above you, Charon relaxed as much as he was able, leaning his weight back onto his palms to give you a little more access. Making eye contact with him, you rubbed your cheek against his denim-clad inner thigh, batting your lashes as he smoothed your hair carefully, a small adulation.

Though the stalwart ghoul was tough and often immovable as stone, he was particularly vulnerable during sex. You knew that him granting you as much control as he was was a massive deal, and you tried your best to keep that in mind as you gently freed him. Keeping one hand wrapped around him, you grabbed his waistband and urged him to shed his pants. Again, he obeyed, eyes never leaving your face.

Carefully, you gave his length a few strokes, studying how the turgid flesh responded to your touch. It didn't take long for you to lower your head and seal your mouth around him, and he let out a soft groan, wriggling in place. Your whole body was flush and hot, the feeling of power his little sounds inspired addictive and electrifying. It was too easy to lose yourself in trying to make him feel good.

The snarl he suddenly let out as you rolled your tongue over the fat head made you flinch in surprise, but the jerk in your muscles seemed minor enough to escape his attention. Typically, any indication of fear or discomfort from you, no matter how unintentional, would bring things to a halt. Charon's usual hypervigilance extended wholly and completely into your bedroom.

Thankfully, he seemed too distracted to notice for once.

An unflattering screech flew from your lips as those big hands seized you by the waist and lifted your whole body into the air yet again, wrangling you up onto the bed with him with a modicum less care than before. When you'd re-settled, your chest was pressed snugly into his lower abdomen, offering you a view of his legs. You could feel your hips resting near his shoulders, the fanning of his hot breath against your most sensitive area making you shiver. After only a moment of pause, his thick fingers wound their way into your hair, encouraging your wet mouth back down onto his cock as his tongue began to trace the outline of you.

You followed his guidance, rubbing the tip against your lips as you let out a sharp whine. But it was hard to focus on your task when your body was wracked with shivers from the way he teased at your puffy flesh. Despite the tension of resistance you could feel in his hips, balancing yourself against them, he bucked upwards into your mouth with increasing fervor, unable to stop himself. Your own hips gave in to the same temptation, arcing and grinding against his lips, his chin, the bony ridge where his nose would have been.

The pair of you fell into a sloppy rhythm for a while, all mouths and grasping hands, though you fell behind for a moment or two when your first orgasm overtook you. Charon let out a lowing groan at the way your body twitched and shuddered on top of his, fucking up into your mouth with increased speed. You kept waiting for him to grab you up again, to reposition you over his cock so you could slide down onto it—he was so prone to repositioning you at his will that you'd come to anticipate it—but he never did, seemingly engrossed between your legs.

By the time you'd managed to eke out another, slightly weaker orgasm, he was firmly palming the back of your head, pressing your mouth further down onto him as he continued to use you. It was easy to see the signs that he was close to his own ending, steadily throbbing and leaking metallic-tasting precum against your increasingly fatigued tongue. You pulled your head up, leaving only the tip of him between your lips, ready for him to inevitably pull your head back. He refused to allow you to swallow, or even come close.

Correct in your assessment, you felt a few more waves of soft pleasure overtake you as he lost himself in your hand, spattering hot cum all over your fingers, chest, and his own legs. A snarl similar to the one before came from behind you, but you'd been anticipating it, your only response a nearly-harmonizing groan.

You turned yourself and collapsed, panting and shockingly spent, against the big ghoul's chest, his skin hot to the touch with exertion and energy, though not sweaty like your own. With your ear pressed to the rough, patchy flesh of his torso, you listened to the slowly decreasing thundering of his heart for a few long, quiet moments.

"Sorry I scared you." he mumbled suddenly.

Your eyebrows flew up into your hairline in surprise.

"I wouldn't say 'scared'. I'd call it more 'surprised'." you responded diplomatically.

"Hmm." came his doubtful, but succinct reply.

"Oh, come on. You can't judge me for jumping at sudden sounds. That's just human instinct."

"Not judging. Just saying sorry." he stated, very matter-of-fact as he passed a hand over your wild hair.

You smirked as you rolled over onto the bed proper, staring up at the various water stains on the ceiling. He lingered for a few minutes, pressing into your side, cuddling with you in his own way. Eventually, though, he pulled himself back up to his feet, wandering naked over to the big bag he kept slung across his shoulders when you traveled. Though you were rather preoccupied closely studying his nudity, a grimace crept across your face as he rummaged around for a moment and pulled out an IV bag of Rad-away.

"Ugh, no." you said, turning your head away from the sickly yellow contents of the bag in his outstretched hand.

"Yes." he insisted. "You'll throw up in your sleep if you don't."

"One time that happened. Let it go!"

To be fair to him, it likely only hadn't happened again because he'd become so strict about pushing you to use protective measures after it happened the first time. You could remember the guilt etched into his typically stony face clear as day, and for a moment you felt a touch of it, yourself.

He didn't say anything to your ribbing, settling himself on the edge of the bed once more. The bag didn't move from where he held it.

"Oh, come on." you whined. "I'll do it in the morning."

"It's after midnight. It is morning." he responded, and though his tone didn't change, you could see the slight, mischievous glint of a joke in his eyes. It wasn't a joke in form, not really, but it was a joke as much as he was able to tell one, it seemed.

With a sigh and a slight grin, you accepted your fate and pulled yourself back up into a half-sitting position.

"Fine. You've gotta stay in bed and cuddle with me, though."

"Hmm." he responded, seemingly back to truncated answers once more.

As much as you despised it, you slid the needle into place yourself and allowed him to hang the bag off the top of the rickety bed frame. His hands weren't necessarily made for delicate tasks, and you still bore the scar from the one time you'd tried to foist that particular task off onto him. Working yourself into a comfortable position against his chest, you braced yourself for the chills and nausea that often accompanied the infusion.

Charon didn't say anything more for the rest of the night. He must've felt there was nothing more to say. Instead, he listened to you humming to yourself, a distraction from the way your stomach rolled and chills took you, while softly petting at your back. Eventually, he listened to your breathing fall a little deeper, knowing you wouldn't sleep well as long as the needle was in your arm.

Left alone with his thoughts for a while, he turned his attention back to the door, to studying the noise still seeping up from downstairs. There were so many unknown people sharing the roof you rested under. He felt his muscles start to tighten with tension again.

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You weren’t sure why you’d let Cindy Cantelli talk you into buying it. You were just trying to get regular medical supplies, declining her offer of high-quality chems as usual. But then her eyes slyly drifted to Charon, your constant shadow, and she leaned in conspiratorially.

“I’ve got something pretty rare that you might be interested in trying,” she whispered, raising an eyebrow slightly. “You might even thank me later.”

You raised your eyebrows as well, bemused. “What is it?”

“Ant queen pheromones,” she said. “Strongest aphrodisiac there is. Nearly impossible to find, but I got lucky enough to get my hands on some.”

Your face felt like it was on fire as you gaped at her, but damn it if you weren’t hooked on the idea already. It took all your willpower not to look back at Charon and basically confirm her suspicions. The sort of, ah, relationship you had with him was usually frowned upon, so it was better to keep it lowkey. Not that you gave a shit what others thought, but your business was your own, and you wanted to avoid any more disrespect directed at him.

“Trust me, if you find some lucky guy to try this with, you’ll be on him like a crazed Yao Guai.” She winked.

You considered her words and narrowed your eyes at her suspiciously, unsure why she was being so insistent. “Why offer it to me?”

She raised her hands in a placating gesture. “Hey, a girl’s gotta have her fun from time to time. You sure look like you need it.”

After that, you’d grumbled something about blatant invasion of privacy, but you didn’t really have an argument to contradict her. And so, a whopping ninety-five caps later, you secured a small vial of the amber-and-green nectar.

Charon was none the wiser, but he had been curious as to why you were so quiet when you’d gone to get dinner at Gary’s Galley, avoiding his eye. Even a casual hand on your leg under the table had felt like too much, a strange anticipation setting you on edge.

Still, you continued not to say anything and decided to experiment with it first. You had to make sure you hadn’t been scammed, and if you had, you’d rather take that loss without being silently judged for your rash – and not to mention horny – decisions.

Later, back in your room at the Weatherly hotel, you’d locked yourself in the bathroom and stared at the vial on the counter for an ungodly amount of time. Fuck it . What exactly did you have to lose? Your dignity? That was long gone already. Might as well try to have some fun, as Cindy had so delicately suggested.

The ant nectar almost tasted like honey sliding down your throat, but it was also strangely earthy, like dewy grass. You stuck your tongue out with mild displeasure and shuddered, hating the slightly slimy consistency. Then, you stared at your reflection almost accusingly, expecting to feel the effects right away. 

But no, it was much more gradual than that. 

You took off your vault suit for the night, remaining in a tank top and underwear, which was usually what you slept in. You came out of the bathroom already feeling half defeated, sheepishly smiling at him as you crossed over to sit on the mattress. Charon was already familiar with the sight of you like that, so he didn’t look up twice from his task of cleaning his shotgun. 

You quietly watched him work for some time — the flex and roll of his arm muscles with every swipe of the rag, his slight frown of concentration, and the casual way he sat with his legs spread. Almost like an invitation to sit on his lap… 

You hummed softly in thought. It wasn’t hard for you to be affected by him on a regular basis, but you couldn’t yet discern if the pheromones were doing anything extra. You stretched out on your side on the mattress, propping your head on one hand and drawing idle circles on your hip with the other. 

Heat began to slowly creep upwards from the tips of your toes. Your vision sharpened to the point where you could discern even the smallest details of things around you. Your skin prickled with hyperawareness, your body feeling more and more sensitive as the minutes ticked by. Soon enough, you were absently rubbing your thighs together like a languorous cricket, your eyes straying lower and lower on Charon’s body.

The slight movements and your soft, ill-concealed sighs caught his attention, and he looked over at you with one brow muscle raised. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you said all too quickly, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

He narrowed his eyes, noticing your flushed features, shallow breaths, and hardened nipples poking through your thin tank top. He shifted in his seat, hips lazily bucking upwards, your eyes immediately following the movement. Your breathing hitched. 

“Are you sure about that?” 

“Are you teasing me right now?” You countered, flustered, and crossed your arms over your chest. 

You sucked in a breath at the small contact with your breasts, which were so sensitive it was almost painful. One corner of his lips tugged up in a small, intrigued smirk, and you swallowed hard. Your mouth seemed full of saliva all of a sudden, a thin string of it connecting your lips even as they parted. A heavy, incandescent ache had settled between your thighs, throbbing with every beat of your heart.

Well, fuck. So it is working, after all.

“Charon,” you breathed, already so much like a plea, though it was laced with slight panic. 

“If you want me, all you have to do is ask,” he said evenly, catching a strong whiff of your arousal. “No need to beat around the bush.”

Oh, he wanted to play it that way, did he?  Well, you would make it crystal clear for him, then.

You stood up and approached him, slotting yourself between his strong thighs. Your pupils were blown wide with desire, like two chasms swallowing your irises. You placed your hands on his shoulders, humming pleasurably at the unnatural warmth he radiated.

“I need you,” you said, voice thick.

Despite the interested twitch of his cock in his pants, he was slightly worried at your sudden wantonness. Not that you hadn’t very happily jumped his bones before, but he sensed there was something more he couldn’t quite put his finger on. After all, you were literally looking at him as though you might die if he didn’t plow you like a fertile field right then and there.

“You’re shaking,” he noted, large hands resting on your hips in an attempt to stabilize you.

“You’ve never complained about that before,” you joked half-heartedly, licking your lips. 

“Because I’ve never seen you like this before,” he countered, one hand roaming up to experimentally pinch one of your nipples over the dirty cotton, making you cry out. He hummed in thought, assessing your body almost like he did a target.

“ Please , don’t be mean today,” you whined, feeling like your blood was boiling, thighs rubbing together in a futile attempt to ease some of the ache. “Don’t tease me.”

His milky blue eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark humor swimming within them. “ You have never complained about that before.” 

Your grip on his shoulders tightened. “ Charon. ”

He huffed with amusement, but relented. “How exactly do you need me?”

“Break me, bend me, rip me apart with your teeth, I don’t fucking care ,” you urged, surprising him once again. “However you want to do it, just take me.”

There was a low growl in his throat as his own fire was stoked by your blunt words. But before he gave into the siren’s call of your soft flesh, he needed to know just what the hell had gotten into you first. The hand that was still on your chest crept up to your throat, not squeezing but merely holding you in place as he gave you a stern look.

“What did you do?” He asked.

You huffed indignantly and looked away. “Why are you assuming I did anything?”

He narrowed his eyes, his fingers tightening on your windpipe slightly in warning. You grasped his wrist as your mind went a little hazy, your eyes heavy-lidded. 

“Mmm, yeah, do that harder,” you purred, thoughts drifting down a darker, headier path.

“ Stop it.” He bared his teeth in a snarl. “Just tell me the truth, or I won’t lay another finger on you.”

You let out an irritated growl, baring yours in return. You were suddenly all too aware of your teeth and your nails and a yawning hunger to tear and be torn. Perhaps Cindy’s description of a crazed Yao Guai wasn’t too far off. At least, you certainly wanted him to maul you like one. 

But he wouldn’t until you admitted the embarrassing part first, though somehow, even the mild humiliation of putting yourself in that situation was arousing. Perhaps you wouldn’t even mind if he degraded you a little bit for it, if the shudder that threatened to run down your spine at the thought was any indication.

“ Fine,” you snapped. “I may or may not have been relentlessly persuaded into buying some ant queen pheromones… and I may have also highlyunderestimated how strong they actually are…”

“Huh,” he said simply, eyes roving over you once more. “And now you want me to fix it for you.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m planning on putting in the work, too,” you said, tone inevitably dipping into sly territory once more. “As fun as you using me like a ragdoll to your heart’s content sounds…”

“I could,” he mused, almost sounding bored as he moved to grasp the hem of your shirt with both hands. “You already gave me permission to.”

With that, he tugged sharply and ripped your tank top in half, making you gasp. He tossed what remained of it to the side unceremoniously, hungrily eyeing your breasts. There would be more time later to chastise him for ruining the few items of clothing you had, but in the meantime, an excited thrill ran through you, tinged with a hint of fear at having given him free rein. 

You knew he wouldn’t actually hurt you… at least not in ways you didn’t want to be hurt. But still, your mind ran wild with possibilities, each more vulgar than the next.

You thought he’d put his hands on you again, but he made no move to do so. Instead, he pushed his chair back and widened the space between his legs, gaze flicking down to the floor in silent command. Make it worth my time, his eyes said.

Oh. Oh, yes. He wasn’t wrong when he said you liked him getting mean. 

You sank to your knees immediately, salivating like a dog begging for a treat. Already, there was a prominent bulge straining against his leather pants, but his face betrayed nothing of his arousal. He kept his hands at his sides and adjusted his hips forward, but he didn’t attempt to help you more than that. You did say you’d be putting in the work, after all.

Moaning deliriously, you bent your head to rub your cheek against it, tongue catching some of the leather as well. You heard his low, throaty rumbling and felt yourself clenching around nothing. Ever since he got slightly more comfortable about vocalizing his pleasure, you couldn’t get enough of it. 

With shaking hands, you undid his belt and fumbled with both his fly and button. He lifted his hips slightly so you could tug down his pants enough to free his hardening cock, the leaking head of it hitting his lower abdomen. For a moment, you could hear an angelic choir hitting a high note in your mind, and all you could do was stare.

But then his hand fisted in your hair with a certain insistence, and you bent your head again almost reverently. You dragged your tongue slowly from his sac up to the head of his cock, savoring his rough, textured skin.

A few messy kisses on his shaft had him grunting, but his hips flexed as you swirled your tongue over the sensitive tip. Then you took him into your mouth, swallowing him down, down, down until tears gathered at your lashes from trying not to choke. His fist tightened on your hair, tugging close to your scalp and making you moan weakly around him. You had never taken him so far down your throat before, nor had you made such a mess.

You felt some arousal leaking out the side of your already-soaked panties, running down your inner thigh and dripping onto the floor. You came up for air, obscene ropes of saliva and precum connecting your lips to his cock. Seeing how he was beginning to ruin you so beautifully, his snarl was positively feral. He let you tongue him a little more, but then he pulled you back by the hair when he felt his abdominal muscles start to tense.

“Get up,” he rasped, letting go of you so he could also stand. 

Your legs were wobbly as you somehow managed to stand, but you almost lost your footing as he spun you around, bending you over the table he’d been cleaning his gun at. You tried to reach back to touch him, wriggling against him as he leaned his weight on you to keep you in place. He pinned your hands behind your back with one of his and roughly pulled down your panties with the other, making you giggle almost hysterically.

“ Please ,” you mewled again, shifting your hips in an attempt to grind your ass against him. 

“Be quiet,” he grunted, kicking your legs apart and slotting his cock against your puffy, dripping pussy, coating himself with your arousal. 

The impatient, almost animalistic sounds you made would have probably worried him in any other situation, but presently he was enjoying drawing out the torture a little bit. His hips pulled back so he could probe at your slit with rough fingers. He did so without much dexterity or rhythm, but the sudden contact with your stiffened bundle of nerves had your muscles seizing up.

And then, as the tip of his thumb dipped slightly into your cunt, merely teasing you, you nosedived over the edge so quickly you nearly got vertigo. The fiery tingles in your belly made your toes curl and your eyes screwed shut. He drew out your first release by messily circling your clit with his middle finger, feeling your wrists slightly straining against his grip.

But even as you rode it out, it was not enough. You were left a whimpering, pathetic mess, mindlessly begging him to fill you up. It was like music to his ears and finally – mercifully – he sank fully inside you in a single thrust. He let go of your hands to spread your ass so he could better see his cock slowly going in and out of you. Your hands scrabbled for purchase at the edge of the table, the delicious stretch of him inside you making your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

He leaned forward, his weight flattening you on the table, each deep, hard thrust punching a strangled sound from your lungs. And to top it all off? His hand came to rest on your head, effectively immobilizing you and leaving you completely at his mercy. Well… your brain was due for a good reset, anyway.

“Is this what you wanted?” He growled, pleasantly surprising you by being much more vocal than he usually was during the act.

“Fuuuck… y-yes,” you sobbed, cheek dragging against the metal of the table as you nodded. “ Harder. Fuck me harder.”

His hips snapped into yours loudly, the wet squelch of his cock spearing your cunt both erotic and absolutely filthy. As he felt you start to spasm around his cock, pleasure clouded his senses and he held onto his self-control by a thread. Something about having you like this, once again corrupting your perfect smooth body with his much larger, ruined one, made something primal and fierce rise within him. 

He bent his head until his lips touched your shoulder, planting a kiss so light you thought you imagined it, perhaps as an apology. Then you felt the graze of his teeth for a millisecond before they sank into your shoulder just hard enough for the sharp sting to make you wail.

The second orgasm hit you like the swing of a super mutant’s makeshift sword, bright white stars pirouetting across your vision. Your soul felt like it was flung out of your desperate body, the rush of endorphins like the Potomac closing over your head, pulling you under. You clenched around him hard, milking him for all he was worth, and he was pulled right along with you.

Spurts of warmth filled you as his cock twitched, every wave of ecstasy punctuated by a grunt. His thrusts were shallow and sloppy as he rode it out to the end, tongue tracing the teeth marks he’d left behind on your shoulder. You’d gone slack beneath him, soft little sounds of contentment escaping your lips, smiling dopily with your eyes closed. 

“Are you… okay?” He panted, torso pulling back so he wouldn’t be squishing you anymore.

“I feel like my bones are made of jelly,” you giggled breathlessly. “Just… give me a few minutes to recover. I’m not… I’m not done with you yet.”

He couldn’t help but snort, absolutely appalled. “I do not think that is going to happen.”

You managed to open your eyes a sliver to peer up at him slyly. “Try me.”

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Early the next morning, while Charon was still knocked out and snoring, you somehow managed to waddle back down to the Rivet City Marketplace. You wore a pair of sunglasses you’d found discarded by the stairs and a scarf you’d borrowed from Vera wrapped over your head. Not that it was a very good disguise, but you felt that if people couldn’t see your eyes directly, then they wouldn’t know of all your sins. 

Like spending the night rutting away like animals with spring fever, for starters. 

Cindy, of course, was not fooled in the slightest. She smirked as she saw you approach her stand, crossing her arms over her chest and lifting an eyebrow. 

“So… I take it things went well?” she said a little too smugly for your taste.

You cleared your throat, trying to play it cool. “I just came to say thank you.”

You gave her an extra ten caps, just as a tip. Her smirk widened as she pocketed them, all too happy to have another satisfied customer.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” she said. 

The two of you nodded at each other and nothing else was said, but there would always be a mutual knowledge that a very good night was had within Rivet City’s walls.

Ever surprised by the sheer size of him, especially when you were forced to focus on individual parts as opposed to his hulking full form, you inhaled sharply with a pathetic and strangled squeak as his large palm clamped down over your mouth.

It was almost a given that you'd regret, in some form or another, giving Charon permission to use you. Giving yourself to him, fragile body completely in his hands, for his own pleasure. It might not necessarily have been in his nature to ask for that, but it was definitely something he would graciously accept from you, at least.

He stretched you over him, his thick, intimidating length spreading you apart more than you thought you could be as he brought you down onto him. As much as you were on top and riding him, your thighs warm from the stretch or straddling his hips, he was the one in control. He commanded your body, he set the pace, moved you with his hands. You were there as a toy, something for him to use.

Your eyes were watering, you could feel the tears collecting and threatening to fall down your cheeks. It wasn't the pain, more the experience in full. Of being stretched, the strain of accommodating what he offered. Of finally feeling worthy of his attention. Of being given the opportunity to see the full force of his impressive physical power.

A whine snuck past your gritted teeth, filling the air with the sound of your body's limitations. Charon looked at you, patches of his red hair sticking up at odd angles with the combined sweat and movement. There was a gentleness to his gaze, the piercing blue of his eyes shining past the red of the burst blood vessels. It was a silent question, a check-in to see if you were still ok. And you nodded in response.

Satisfied that you weren't quite at breaking point yet, he lifted one hand from your hip and placed it against your mouth, clamping down to prevent any further whimpering distractions as he chased his climax. The other snaked up your side, settling on your throat and gripping it tight with his strong fist. Not as tight as he could be though, since you knew he could crush your windpipe effortlessly should he so wish.

He was still controlling you though, manipulating the pleasure you were giving him. His hips bucked up, jostling your body, and you clung to his black shirt to steady yourself through the rough movements of him fucking himself up into your already filled and raw cunt.

A tear drop fell from your eye, and you hoped it wouldn't be another pause from the now gratifying ache of him, the fulfilling sensation of your body being molded to his needs.

Luckily, he only smiled, his hips still thrusting upwards, his hand still tight on your throat, his palm still silencing any gasps or moans. But he offered one little gesture of care as he intensified his motions, seemingly intending to tear into you.