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Soaking/Cock Warming with Joshua x F!Six

WOW okay, this prompt was perfect. A HUGE thank you to whoever suggested this in the Kinktober Survey I put out a couple months ago, you have my love, and this one's for you <3

Also, just a note, if you see that I got any of the Mormon stuff wrong, please let me know and I will try to fix it!

I hope you all enjoy! 😁

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Included: Soaking, cock warming, religion (Mormonism), Legion bullshit (to a limited degree), pet names, misogyny, manipulation, coercion,  non-consensual creampie, breeding, corruption, grooming, power dynamics. (-> just another note too, Joshua's not really intentionally being a horrible person here, but it's just kinda who he is. Just something to keep in mind with these tags. He thinks this whole thing is very sweet, whether it's healthy or not. )

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“You’ve come too far to be tainted like this, Joshua.” Six’s fingers were smooth against the cloth upon his face, their methodical stroking like the flame of a candle, sweet, innocent, but still burning hot against his flame-torn skin. “To be tainted by me.” 

Her eyes were mesmerizing. She always insisted that it was him, that his icy-blue gaze is what drew her to him in the first place, and maybe that was the truth, but it didn’t mean her gaze was any less captivating. 

“You could not taint me, beloved. Not if you tried.” He attempted to reassure her, pressing his cheek further into her touch as his eyes closed at the familiar sting of her affection. “The fault– the sin is with me only. No action you could ever do would amount to a fraction of all that I’ve done. The errs I’ve made. Ego numquam liber ab meum praeteritum. I can never be free from my actions. Not fully. That is no fault of yours, my angel.” 

Her fingers ceased their movement over him abruptly, and he feared she would pull away, but instead, he felt another pressure. Her other hand came to press to his cheek, his face nestled between her palms firmly as she spoke with a voice just as adamant. 

“You are free from it. That’s what happened to you. That’s why you are here, why you lived. Because you were saved.” 

He smiled at that, even from behind his cloth, she could see the way his eyes crinkled as they opened to take in her visage. Her brow was furrowed over her eyes, her lips were a firm line. Six was always kind and generous, more so than he ever was, but she was also stubborn. It was a quality he didn’t think he would enjoy half as much as he did. His expression softened further at the sight of her, the coolness of his eyes seeming to warm at the way she spoke to him. 

She sees more in me than I ever have. Even before The Legion. And before I was saved. 

“You were saved to be free from your past and become better. I would not keep you from God’s plan.” 

If God is good, then you are my plan. 

He wanted to say it. It was at the tip of his tongue. He would mean it, too, like he hadn’t meant any other words in his life. 

But could I tie her to me? A woman so sweet, so selfless, so devout? I would tie her to a flame-torn monster, a sinner who was only saved once purged with fire, and still, one who is unworthy of such mercy. 

His hands came to hers, the linen cool against her skin, as the air remained warm in the small space of their shared tent. 

Even sharing this space was a battle with her. Without marriage, we cannot be bound the way I know we both crave. Not with her conscience, her holy practices, her concern for my soul and its place in the afterlife.   

He pulled her palms from his face, holding her hands in his between their seated bodies as their gazes stayed trained on each other. 

“I understand. You are good, and I would not seek to tarnish you. Just as you protect me from my own sinful desires, I would never seek to tear you from your salvation.” He finished speaking, but Six made no move to reply. It was clear that he had not said all that he meant to. 

But this could scare her away for good. We’ve both come so far… 

His hands squeezed hers, the pain was numb, was equaled out by the pleasure of her simple touch. 

Joshua’s soul was a secondary priority in this moment, and every one he spent with her. She came first, for the first time in either of his lives, someone came before himself. 

And… before God as well. 

He closed his eyes to that thought, willing it away as he felt a warmth spread through his chest. It was a soft warmth, not terrifying like the heated glow of a campfire, but muted and comforting like the spill of warm breath over his skin. The feeling sank low, still to that spot that had made him inquire to his partner in the first place. 

It was the old Joshua speaking then. Not the Legate, never him, never again, but the Joshua from before. The one so neglectful that he allowed the Legion to exist. That he marshaled it forth like it was something to be celebrated, even after it became corrupt. The old Joshua didn’t take women by force, not like the Legate, but he was less concerned for their virtue than he was his own pleasure. He had almost let that be the case now. 

He couldn’t do that to Six, not after all she’s done for him, all he’s asked her to look past. Yet still… If there was a way to satisfy them both, to appease her needs and his, as a man and a woman, to keep in God’s good graces, where she belongs, and where he wishes to stay… There is a way. 

“But perhaps there is a way, my love, to show my devotion to both you, and to God. For us to be one as a man and woman, without yet being husband and wife.” 

Her eyes widened in surprise, but he was relieved to see wheels of consideration turning behind her clear eyes. 

Marriage is still in the cards, he supposes, he would wish for it beyond anything. Six was everything he desired in another, and more than he ever thought possible, but could he truly tie her to him for good? In this life, and in the next, she would be bound to him. If he didn’t achieve the salvation that God has tried to lead him to, if the Legate was able to take control of him again, could he truly drag her down to hell with him? Or else, taint her reputation in heaven? 

Hell would be a kinder fate than to damn her for eternity.

“If it will keep our virtue intact…” She started, and he could see the way a blush was affecting her features. He held back a grin at the way Six bit into her bottom lip in thought. 

She wants to say yes. She wants, as always, to please me. 

She is a better woman than I deserve. 

“It will. This show of devotion has been in practice for hundreds of years, since the very founding of Mormonism. I can assure you, it will not taint either of us. Just as long as you do as I say, my angel, you will still be pure and I will still be devout.”

She began to nod her head as he spoke, and by the end, most of her nerves seemed to drain away. 

“Always, Joshua, I will do as you say.” 

That warm feeling returned to his chest, this time accompanied by a tingle up his spine. Her words traveled through his whole body, honing in at that sinful place between his legs and making him harden with unspeakable desire. 

“Very good, my love.” He forced the words out, trying to keep his voice steady and calm, trying to act as though he were well within the bounds of his own restraint. But truthfully, he felt the reins fraying in his hands. 

“We will stay as we are now, for the most part.” He continued with a quick shake of his head, clearing his thoughts to make room for the memories to come. “You need not expose yourself to me, nor I to you.” 

His hands left their grip over hers, going instead to brush at her hips, to encourage her to scoot over on the bed and make room for him to sit back further. 

“In regards to sin,” He began, a teaching quality adding to his voice as he easily shifted her body beside him. “It is our actions that influence the purity of our soul, correct? It is not our circumstances. Those are within God’s realm of control, yes?” 

“Yes.” She nodded, relenting to each of his touches as though they were laws spoken by God and written by the prophets.   

“This is much the same. What we are about to do, there must not be action, must not be movement, for then this will become all that we are wishing to avoid for the present time.” 

Joshua shifted his hands on her body, moving them slowly to the button on her trousers. She kept her eyes on him all along, trusting him and looking on with that earnest gaze that left his heart pounding like a warrior’s drum. Her faith in him, her belief, it made him brave. 

“We will be joined as one.” He told her, just as his fingers grasped at the hem of her shirt, stretching the surplus fabric down to cover what his other hand was revealing with the slow tug of her zipper. 

One day, I will gaze upon her visage in its entirety. When we are married. If I ever deem myself worthy of the honor. 

Joshua felt the pressure of his own zipper against him, as his hardening member strained upwards, aching to be one with her. 

He closed his eyes as he throbbed with anticipation. 

“But we will not engage in the act that is forbidden to those not bound by holy matrimony. Rest assured on that.” 

Joshua’s eyes opened in time to see the way her expression flashed at the mention of marriage. 

She knows that I know it’s what she wants. But she will never understand. She sees too much in me. She has never witnessed the actions of who I once was, never seen what the Legate was capable of. 

He blinked to rid himself of the thoughts again, allowing his mind to wander back only to her, to thoughts of being with her this way. Of being the first to be with her this way. 

His member pulsed once more from the confines of his pants and his wrappings. 

I need these off.

He tried to do so without fully exposing himself, but in the end, Six simply closed her eyes. It was like all of her devotion to the Lord. It was simple, straightforward, as easy and as necessary as blinking, it was a solution he hadn’t thought of. It was a devotion he wished he could share, but it had never come as easy to him. Just as he tried to find loopholes, as he tried to cover his own partially-bare self with nothing, as he tried to keep her nearly half-naked visage free from his sight to the best of his abilities, it seemed there was no easy way, until she was the one to present it. 

With her, his salvation seemed achievable. 

When his aching erection was finally free from his trousers and his wrappings, Joshua placed a hand on himself briefly, his eyes locked to ensure hers were still tightly shut, to keep her from witnessing his actions. Swiping a thumb over the tip of his cock, he felt a wetness gather there, and he brought what he could downwards, over his shaft, trying to ensure there would be as little resistance as possible. 

We’re not supposed to move, after all, but I don’t wish for her to be pained from taking me. 

In the ways of preparation, without being able to see her, without being able to touch her in such a lewd way, this was all they had. 

I’ve gone with less than even this before–

No. That was the Legate. That was the old Joshua. That was not me. 

I will not harm her. 

He pulled his linen wrappings from one rough hand, and as Six sat patiently, silently, he brought his fingers to his lips, he uncovered them, and spat quietly into his palm. Slowly, as soundlessly as he could, he rubbed the wetness over his shaft, lubricating himself as much as possible. 

“Are you ready to be one with me, my angel?” 

His voice was hoarser than he’d hoped, dripping with sinful arousal as the rough palm of his hand dragged over his sensitive shaft. 

She didn’t dare open her eyes, not with the sounds she still heard coming from between them. That methodical rubbing, the sound of slickness spreading over skin... She didn’t have to see a thing to guess what was happening beyond her eyelids. 

“Yes, Joshua.” 

Six’s voice was nearly as bad as his own. He didn’t know whether to reprimand her or to be relieved that she was human. She always seemed too perfect to be affected by something as basal as her own arousal. 

He decided against mentioning it. If he was a better man, perhaps he would have spoken a harsh word to her. But if he was a better man, they wouldn’t be in this position in the first place. 

I’m going to ruin her. A small, but strong voice uttered from the dark, forbidden recesses of his mind. Joshua chose to ignore it. 

“Good.” 

His hand released himself, and he wiped the slick mixture of spit and pre-cum still on his hand onto the fabric of his trousers before reaching forward to grasp at his partner’s hips. 

“Keep your eyes closed. Until we are one with each other, until my nudeness is hidden within you. We cannot look.” 

Six nodded to him, and allowed his hands to guide her. He brought one of her legs over his lap until she was properly straddling him. Keeping her on her knees, he brought one hand to his erection, hard and glistening and yearning to be within her warm depths, and pointed it towards her. 

“Prepare yourself.” He whispered, brushing his freed lips over her jaw as he spoke. 

Six released a held breath, the smallest hint of an anxious quiver leaving her throat as she nodded to him again in understanding. In permission. 

Joshua’s chest warmed. 

In the next moment, his hand was pressing the tip of his cock between her folds. He moved only a little, just enough to nose her lips apart so he could enter in one swift thrust, but a feeling halted his movement. 

She was warm, he could feel the singing heat of her body against the sensitive skin of his cock, but more than that, he could feel a slickness beyond his own doing. His Six, his angel, his pure, perfect soul, was wet for him. Joshua’s damaged lips spread into a grin. 

Again, he wrestled with the thought of saying something to reprimand her, but he held his eager tongue. 

We’re so close. I cannot frighten her. Not now, not when I need her. 

Slowly, once he was situated at her entrance, his hand put pressure on her hip, and he felt her tightness spread to accommodate him. It was slow, without being able to pulse his hips up into her, he simply had to wait for her to slide down on him in one unyielding motion. He watched, unblinking, as she took him. 

Six’s brows furrowed over her still-closed eyes, and he could hear her breath quickening, could see sweat beginning to glisten above her lip and on her chin with the effort of taking his cock for the first time. 

He knew it wouldn’t be easy. He was… different. Not especially large or thick, but his skin was grooved, scarred and uneven, harder and less yielding than it once was, than it is on normal men. But Six made no complaint. She did as always, she did as he said, she trusted him, and she did anything it took to please him, even if it pained her. 

Six truly was a gift from God, made specially for him. He wasn’t sure what he did to deserve her, but he would find a way to thoroughly thank the King of Kings for this woman one day. 

She stopped for a moment when she was about halfway down, and he felt her insides unwittingly grip him tighter. Joshua grit his teeth to hold back a sound. 

That too, would be sinful. This was for closeness, it was to build their bond, their trust in one another, it was a show of devotion, a promise before the one great promise they would one day make to one another before the eyes of God. That’s what it had to be, for them to continue. That’s all it could be. 

Six took another breath, the heat of it spilling over the meager, exposed skin on his face, before she grit her teeth and pushed down the rest of the way. He moved his hand out from between their bodies where he was still grasping his shaft, allowing her to come all the way down, until they were joined fully. 

He sighed as she settled on his lap, unable to hold back at the overwhelming feel of her heat encasing his aching cock. Part of him knew that this was hurting him as well, that the heat of her was too much for his ravaged skin, but the pleasure outweighed any discomfort, the knowledge that he was finally one with her, that made any pain bearable. For the both of them. 

“Very good, dearest. You’ve done just as I said. You’ve done well.” 

“Thank you.” She managed, her brow still creased above her closed eyes. With each passing moment, Joshua felt her tight walls pulsing around him, her heartbeat fast and strong, but her grip slowly eased as she grew used to the feeling of him inside her. 

“May I open my eyes now?” 

“Of course, you may.” His hands moved to her hips as he spoke, and he pulled the hem of her loose t-shirt down again to ensure all was covered to both their gazes. 

Six blinked a few times as her eyes opened, before they widened in surprise at his proximity. 

They’d always been so chaste, hardly showing physical affection beyond quick pecks of the lips and meager touches in harmless places. This was so very different. Her walls clenched him tight as their eyes met, as she realized what it was they were really doing. 

She gulped. 

Quickly, Joshua sought to console her, his hands coming up to rub over her forearms soothingly as his lips moved forward to meet her cheek. 

“See? Joined together, as we wanted, as is right for a man and a woman, but taking no action.” 

“I-I do. I see.” Her hands came up to grasp at his shoulders, to better steady herself and keep from moving. It was a strange feeling for the both of them. Joshua had done this once or twice in his old life, before becoming the Legate, before he’d truly bedded a woman, but now, after knowing the sensations, after gaining expectation for how interactions like this were meant to go… It was just strange. Everything in him was telling him to move, to achieve that friction, to chase his pleasure and his release, but he couldn’t. He had to be still. 

Six, on the other hand, was marveling at the new feeling. It was exciting, but also not as thrilling as she thought it would be… But this isn’t it. This isn’t what a husband and wife do in their marriage bed, this was something else, but it felt similar. It felt… fitting? She felt full, slightly uncomfortable, but also whole. Yet still, she wanted… something more? How could she? Wasn’t that wrong? 

It didn’t matter if it was. For either of them. They still wanted it. 

The urges were less when she had her eyes closed, perhaps if she closed them–

“Look at me.” Joshua spoke, a strange, thick quality to his voice that she’d never heard before. “Keep your eyes trained to mine.” 

He needed something. This was driving him insane. Maybe if he looked at her, maybe if they spoke to one another, maybe if he could feel just a bit more– 

“Clench yourself around me, my love.” Joshua requested, before he could even think. His body needed it so badly that it spoke of its own accord, without his mind’s consent. 

Six’s eyebrows raised. He could see that she wanted to obey, to always do as he asked, but there was conflict behind her earnest eyes. 

“Is… Forgive me, Joshua, but wouldn’t that be ‘taking action’?”

He was more ready for the question than he thought, and his reply flowed from his lips easily. 

“Would it? Or is it a result of circumstance? You’ve already clenched around me before, without meaning to, so you’ll simply be doing so again, for the same reason.” 

Though she looked unsure, Six nodded to him. 

As always, she listens to me over herself. As always, she is perfect for me. 

And she was. The grip of her as she clenched her walls around him, as she did as he bade and tightened herself like a viscous vice around his cock, it was enough to make him throb. 

“W-what? What was that?” 

Joshua couldn’t hold back a grin as her eyes darted to the covered place between them, where they were joined, before snapping back up to him with a gleam of curiosity. 

“That was a natural response, angel. Our bodies are meant to fit together like this, they’re meant to respond to one another this way.”

“You did it on purpose?” She tried to make sense of it. 

“No, I did not.” Joshua told her, failing to hold back his grin. 

She’s precious like this. She’s so honest and genuine and pure. 

A part of him wanted to teach her, to show her all that she could be, show her what he knows, but another part valued her naivety. Perhaps it was wrong, but he wanted her to stay as she was. Chaste and ignorant and almost wholly pure. Pure, apart from what he would do. 

Quickly, almost savagely, he thrust away those selfish thoughts. The thoughts that sounded like a past self, though he wasn’t sure which one. This time, it seemed like a combination of his previous selves. 

There’s only room for me now. And I should tell her the truth.  

“It was as I said,” He continued, “A natural response. Another direct result of our circumstance.” 

“I see. It felt… strange.” She bit her bottom lip and dropped her gaze to the floor. “Should I… do it again?” 

“If you feel as though you should.” He allowed her the freedom this time, if only to see what she would choose. “If you feel like that’s what the circumstance demands.” 

“Will you… have that ‘natural response’ again if I do?”   

“Perhaps.” His hands continued stroking over the smooth skin of her arms, serving as the only real release for his need to move. “There is only one way to know for sure.” 

Six nodded her head. He felt her fingers grasp more tightly at his shoulders, and then he felt another clench around him. 

Joshua’s cock didn’t throb within her this time, but they both could’ve sworn that he felt harder after the fact. To her credit, and to his relief, Six didn’t stop.

It was slow, but methodical as she routinely squeezed her walls around him. Eventually, she laid her forehead down against his shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing soothing strokes over her back as she held tight to his body in more ways than one. 

He did feel closer to her, that much they achieved, and not just physically, as he had anticipated, but he felt bonded to her like he wasn’t before. Before this moment, she was perfect, she was untouchable, she was a flawless specimen, proof that God exists and that he can truly make beings in his image, and now, well… It’s not that she is no longer perfect, because Joshua was certain she was as close as humanity could ever hope to being divine, but she was… human, at least.

He could be with her now, physically, as he could with any other human being, he could feel her sweat soaking through her clothes, hear the way her breath picked up, he could see the uncertainty in her expression, feel the want as it began to drip from her. 

She wasn’t perfect, but God, she was perfect for him.

“Oh!” 

Joshua’s teeth clenched as he felt himself throb within her again, and despite his best efforts, his hips gave one desperate thrust up into her. 

“F-forgive me, dearest.” He grunted out as she clung to him. “I was not meant to move.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Her small voice asked, and his heart ached at the sound. 

“No. No, angel, nothing. The fault, as usual, is with me.” He chuckled at that, and his body’s motion caused her walls to grip him, unwittingly this time. 

She released a breathy noise that almost made him thrust into her again. 

God, give me the strength to hold back. 

His jaw ached at how hard he was clenching his teeth. His cock gave another belated jerk within her, and he felt her fingers grasp at his shirt and wrappings until he thought they might tear. 

“Should I… um, continue?”

Joshua could hear the blush in her voice, and he couldn’t hold back his persisting grin. 

“In a moment. Hold onto me.” 

Six wrapped her arms around his shoulders more securely, and Joshua scooted himself back on the mattress until he reached the middle of the bed. From there, the missionary laid down on his back, pulling Six along with him until their bodies were flush, with hers resting easily upon his. 

“This doesn’t pain you?” Six pulled her head up to meet his gaze, her own was full of concern.

“No. Do not worry.” He said it with a smile, his hands tightening their grip on her back and pulling her even closer just for emphasis. If it pained him, his foggy mind couldn’t decipher it amid the pleasure.

Despite their lack of movement, the thoughts in his head and his partner’s incessant clenching had him growing closer to his release. “I truly have never felt better, my love.” 

“Mm.” Six hummed happily, and she laid her head down to rest on his chest. At this angle, it was easy to place a kiss upon the top of her head, and Joshua took advantage. Despite the fabric of his shirt and the bandages below it, he felt her smile at his action, and her heat gripped him tight once again. 

Soon enough, Six wasn’t surprised when she felt his cock throb inside her, the feeling became like a sweet little reward for her efforts, and she came to expect his telltale movement within her core. As muted as it was, it was a small taste of the something more she’s been silently craving. It wasn’t intentional, but eventually, her movements grew quicker, and she felt some sort of heated pressure building low in her gut. 

It made her want to move, to explore what it could mean, to hasten its journey and bring her to whatever unfamiliar precipice it was pushing her towards. But she couldn’t. She only wondered if Joshua was having the same such inner turmoil, or if she was just being impure. 

Joshua’s breath was picking up in his chest, his hands were gripping at his partner with more desperation, and he even felt the unfamiliar feel of sweat begin to seep from his charred, scarred skin. 

What do I do if she gets me to my release? His mind battled with itself within, as his body welcomed every sensation that brought him closer to his orgasm. 

Can I spill within? It’s what I would like to do, but outside of marriage– 

That hasn’t stopped me before.

But I’m not like that anymore. I put that behind me. This is a new start. A new life. 

This is a new start! Exactly! It could be the start of a new life, a family, something wholesome, something that will make me truly happy, truly whole for the first time in my life. 

But am I meant to have this new start? Do I want to make her have a family with me? Does she even know of the possible result, if I were to finish here inside her?

He felt himself give another jerk within her warmth, this time a violent one. He was painfully hard, his legs were growing numb, his gut felt hotter than flame, he was getting so close. 

I have to make this decision now. 

And I have to make the decision that is best for her. 

He stroked one hand over Six’s back, and though he could tell she was trying to repress it, she sighed into his chest. Joshua looked down to her expression and he saw contentment. A bit of frustration as well, which he found endearing, but mostly, there was honest pleasure written on her face, rapture glistening in her hazy eyes. She looked… happy. Happy to be with him. She loved to please him, she always did as he asked, she honored him, she cared for him, she was proud to be with him, she trusted him. What more could he ask for, and from her point of view, what more could she want? 

He protects her, guides her, loves her, provides for her. He is far from perfect, unlike Six, but maybe, just maybe, he’s perfect for her too. 

Six was damn near whimpering now as she clenched around him, the smallest hint of a thrust coming from her hips where they rested against his pelvis. Joshua found his hands stilling on her back, his fingers clenching at her skin just as her walls gripped down on his cock, and with one last muted push against his body, Six buried her partner as deep inside as he could go, and Joshua held her body firmly to his as his cock gave a final throb inside her, before his release finally came. 

His mind was made up. He knew what was best for him, he knew most what she needed, and he knew that he could be that. He knew, all along, that she was God’s new plan for him, and so how could the Holy Father look down on this with judgement? How could he call it sin? For a loving man and woman to bring new life into the world, especially if their intention was always to marry and be devout? To one another, and to the Lord.

It couldn’t possibly be wrong. 

So Joshua held her, even as Six gasped and wriggled in his arms in surprise at the strange sensation of his seed spilling inside her, he didn’t let go, and beyond a couple muted thrusts, he didn’t move. 

“Be still, my love. This too, is natural. This too, comes from circumstance.” The words came out as a groan as the last few spurts of cum left him and he felt his taut body relax back against the mattress. 

Still though, he held his partner to him, and still, he remained inside her. 

Six was silent as she rested in his arms. Her walls clenched around him as his member began to soften, but this time he didn’t think it was intentional. 

“You did well, angel. So well at this. You are still so pure, so devout. To the Lord, and to me.” 

He reassured her, in case she felt differently. He couldn’t see her face from where it was buried in his chest, but her silence was beginning to worry him. Joshua’s hands were gentle as he stroked over her back again, and once more, he touched his ravaged lips to the hair upon her head. 

Her body shuddered over his, and Joshua’s brows drew together in concern. 

“My love? Are you crying?”

Slowly, Six raised her head from his chest, and sure enough, there were glistening tear tracks beneath her brilliant eyes. 

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He requested softly, knowing deep in his heart that she would never refuse to answer him. 

“N-nothing is wrong.” 

His eyes narrowed. 

She would never lie. That, I know for certain. 

“Except maybe me… I don’t know. I just… Did I do too much? Did I– Did you mean to…”

She could hardly speak with the choppy way her breath was leaving, and Joshua’s brows only creased further, this time in sympathy. 

“Oh, no dearest one, no. You did just as you are meant to. You did nothing wrong.” He kissed her cheek, tasting the salt of her tears on his lips. 

“It’s as I said. What happened, it was natural. It was what was meant to happen. This is God’s plan.” 

“I-it is?” She sniffled. 

“Yes, dear, yes.” Joshua paused, his mind tired from his release, but reeling with his new decision to make this woman his. His wife. “I could hear it. I could hear God telling me that this is what He wishes for us. This is His plan.” 

“You heard Him?” The sobs had come to a stop. Now her eyes were wide. 

He gave a definitive nod, a gesture not to be argued with. 

“Yes, love. He told me to hold onto you tight, He told me that He would help bring about my release, so that we could start a new life together. So that we could start a family.” His eyes darted down to where they were still joined as one, then dragged upwards to where he could only hope that his seed was quickening in her womb, tying them together for eternity. 

“Does that mean…” She paused, biting her lip, but Joshua nodded to her. Encouraging. 

“Does that mean we can get married?” 

He smiled at that, even as a shiver ran up his spine. 

Deep Throating with Travis x g/n! Sole/Reader

Just a note, this is with a Pre-Confident Man Travis! Just because he is superior that way fits the prompt better like that, I think. 🤷‍♂️ But AH, have I mentioned how much I love Travis? Oh, I have? Well, I'm here to say it again. I LOVE this man so dang much, he deserves everything <3

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Includes: Deep throating, making out, dry humping, first times, blow jobs, first time blow jobs, cum swallowing, cum shot, pillow talk, Travis being awkward and adorable and Sole LOVING it

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His lips were still, tentative, but curious against yours, the hesitancy propelling you forwards in an act of compensation for his own uncertainty. You prodded at his lips with your tongue, grinning at the way his body tensed, the way his hand flexed from where it laid on your thigh. You pulled away slightly, testing, and Travis did just as you hoped, following the feel of your mouth as it nearly left him. 

Your hand brushed over his jaw, your lips relenting to his pursuit as your fingers grazed over the nape of his neck, the short, black hairs there tickling over your skin. Another asking prod of your tongue, and he relented, opening his mouth slowly to allow you to explore. A vibration ran through from him to you as he groaned some semblance of your name against you, his contact deepening at the feel of you, at the taste, at the overwhelming and unfamiliar sensation. 

Travis scooched closer to you on the couch, one knee bumping into yours as he laid a hand at your waist without any semblance of previous consideration. 

It made you smile against him. 

Travis’s thoughts, once moving faster within his mind than the Diamond City radio waves he sends hurtling through the Commonwealth, now slowed to a dense pace; no thought able to form completely before it was pushed aside by another. It was one of the first times in his life that Travis felt like he was acting on pure instinct. He was always so thoughtful, worrisome, to the point of crippling immobility, but now he could reflect your movement against him. It was easy. It was thrilling. 

It wasn’t nearly as frightening as he’d worried it’d be. 

It was the first time in a long time– maybe ever that he really felt… alive. Like he was living, instead of just existing. Just trying to survive. 

Your hand pulled his face closer to yours as you felt his lips knead against you, as you felt his tongue press to yours; and instead of pulling away, panicked, as you’d come to expect, he dragged the muscle against yours, coating your mouth in his taste, and your mind in arousal. 

You delighted in his exploration, in this confidence, whether it was purposeful on his part or not, and dared to press a little further. The couch creaked as you shifted, and Travis’s eyes peeped open to watch as you turned and brought one leg over him, straddling his lap while remaining pressed against him all at once. Both of his hands migrated to your hips, hungry to touch, but unwilling to grope as he kept the contact light against you. 

A slew of nonsensical expletives rattled around his head at your newfound closeness, a certain anxiety picking up where he’d thought it had begun to settle. It was hard to focus on, but there was something just… off. Something that he was worried about but unable to identify, something that had been pounding on the backdoor of his mind to get in, but that had been muffled and erased by the music you were making as you moved against him. 

In the next moment though, as you shifted forward in his lap, pressing closer to him, it all came crashing back into his mind. Travis pulled away as his heart leapt in his chest, his hands forcing you back– not off of him, but backwards to settle at the end of his thighs, just over his knees. 

Your features crinkled in bafflement, eyes blinking open in surprise at his sudden outburst. 

What happened? 

The fog slowly cleared from your mind, and Travis’s crimson face came into focus, his eyes wide with– 

Fear? 

“Travis?” You ventured quietly as he stared blankly downwards with wide eyes, his gaze settling on nothing you could see, some thought deep in his head. 

“I-I’m sorry.” He whispered. 

Your brows furrowed. 

“Sorry? What… What are you sorry for, baby?” 

“That wasn’t… I mean– I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t trying to make you–” His breaths kept cutting off his voice, and you flinched at the panic you could see flashing over his features. 

“Hey.” You said softly, one hand gently pressing to his chin, pulling his gaze up to meet yours. “I’m alright, Travis. Better than alright. I don’t even know what you’re apologizing for.”

His gaze flicked away again, his cheeks growing redder before your very eyes. 

“You… you, ah, you didn’t feel it?” 

You cocked your head, forcing your face into his line of sight. 

“I don’t think so, but… for arguments sake, you wanna tell me what I may or may not have felt?” 

“It…” He started, shaking his head before he could even get another word out. “It’s not really worth even mentioning. At all. It’s just… It’s disrespectful. It’s not– I mean, I just don’t want to insult you. Or anything.” 

Disrespectful? What? His tongue in my mouth? His hands on my waist? Hell, I did all of that first, should I be the one apologizing? 

“I didn’t see it as insulting. Or disrespectful. In fact, I… I like it. A lot.” You chuckled, feeling a heat of your own touch your cheeks. “I thought you did too.” 

“I-I did!” His head snapped up, eyes meeting yours of his own accord this time, “I did. Do. I really– I liked it. I just… So, ah, so you’re not… um, mad?” 

You broke into a grin, shaking your head. 

“Not in the slightest. I like you, remember? A lot.” You pressed forward, catching his cheek beneath your lips in a swift kiss. “And… I want to keep, um, liking you a little more tonight. If you want that too.” 

Travis’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his ears burning, but he nodded to you quickly. 

“Y-yes. I, ah, I think I would like that.” 

You laughed, even as you pressed your lips to his again, your hands returning to wrap around the back of his neck as you shifted forward in his lap, to get as close as you tried to before he’d pushed you away. 

Travis’s breath caught in his throat as his hands tightened against you, but he met your fervor as though he hadn’t just been overwhelmed by it. 

If that’s even what happened. You thought, still hung up on his apology. I’m not even sure I know what–

You squeaked involuntarily as you felt him groan into your mouth at the new contact. Just as you scooted forward to press your sternum to his, you felt it. 

Ah. That must have been it.

A hardened bulge pressed into your thigh through the thick fabric of his jeans, and suddenly the apology made sense. In regards to Travis, anyway. In your eyes though, this really wasn’t something he should be apologizing for. 

You carried on as though you’d expected to feel it, your fingers grasping at the back of his head, pulling him closer into your heated contact, and even took it a step further, grinding your hips subtly against him to try and bring his growing erection a bit of relief. 

Travis gasped from under you, his hands reaching of their own accord to grasp at the small of your back, pressing you firmly to him, holding you close, and helping you to grind over his hardon. 

You obliged him, winding your hips in a motion that left your partner breathless as his mouth pressed to yours more firmly than he’d meant to. 

“S-sole.” He moaned against you, into you, and you felt yourself shudder at the sound. 

That. You thought. I need more of that. 

“Baby.” You tried to get his attention, tried to pull away to ask your question, to plead your case, but Travis’s lips followed suit, groaning into you, and you felt his hips roll to meet your contact, pressing his erection harder into your center with every needy buck against you. 

“Travis, baby.” You tried again, the need building up in your core with each hot breath spilled over you, each grind of him against you, with the way he opened his eyes and his pupils were twice the proper size. 

He didn’t speak, maybe he couldn’t, but he made a questioning noise as his eyes blinked at you curiously. 

“I wanna try something. I want more of you.” You practically growled out the last of it.

Even through the thickness of his jeans, you could feel the way your words made him throb. 

“O-okay.” He managed to breathe out. 

You smiled at him, licking your lips unwittingly as you pressed forward to give him a quick kiss. 

His hands followed you as you rose up, stepping off of his lap. He leaned forward, his expression uncertain as he tried to puzzle through your next move in his hazy state of mind. 

“Just… try and relax for me, alright?” You said as your fingers brushed the hem of your shirt. He nodded to you, despite his clear uncertainty, even as you pulled your top off over your head. 

Travis’s eyes widened, and he quickly looked away, down at his feet. 

Your eyebrows creased together at his action. 

“Hey.” You knelt down so you could be face-to-face with him, laying one hand gently on his knee. “I want you to see me like this, or I wouldn’t have taken it off. It’s not disrespectful, or wrong, okay?”

Travis nodded, and slowly, his eyes made their way to your face, grazing up over your bare chest quickly, as though he were still in need of your permission to look. 

He took a deep breath. 

“A-alright. ‘M sorry.” He whispered the last bit, and you felt your chest ache. 

“You don’t have to apologize. This is all new. We’re just figuring it out together.” You kissed him again, and he kissed right back without the hesitation that had always been present before. It may be slow going, it may be different and unprecedented, but progress was being made. Comfortability and trust were being established, and his earnestness, his honesty and good intentions… fuck, if that all didn’t make you want to be with him even more.  

Your hands pushed at his knees as you pulled your mouth from him, encouraging him to spread his legs so you could settle between them, and though he looked uncertain, he yielded to the pressure of your hands against him. 

“If you get uncomfortable at all, just tell me and I’ll stop, okay?” You looked up at him as your fingertips dragged further up his thighs. 

Travis nodded, his hands shaking as he placed them on either side of his legs on the couch. But he gave you a definite nod. 

“If not though, just try and relax. Just enjoy.” 

Your fingers met at the button of his jeans, popping it open slowly and taking your time dragging down the zipper. 

“I’m happy to be doing this. I want this, okay? So try and not be too concerned about me.” 

A bead of sweat trailed down the side of his face, but he nodded to you again; all he seemed to be capable of doing in his current state. 

You smiled as you pulled at his jeans, your hands moving to the hem of them to try and bring them further down his legs to pile on the floor. 

Travis swallowed hard, his eyes wide through the whole ordeal, and you swore you could feel his rapid, pounding heartbeat, even through the skin of his hips. 

His breath caught in his throat as you moved to pull his boxers down as well, his fingers clenching over the couch until they turned bone-white. 

“You okay, honey?” Your thumb stroked soothingly over his hip bone.

“Yeah. Yeah… I-I think I am. It’s just, well, just that no one– this is the first time, um… I’ve never done this before.” He finally admitted, the words leaving his tongue like he was spitting out poison. Poison he wished, with everything in him, that he could swallow down. 

You smiled at him, your thumb continuing its miniscule movements over his heated skin. 

“That’s okay.” You assured him, “It doesn’t change how much I want you.” 

He bit his lip thoughtfully, but his shoulders seemed to relax a bit at that. 

“But if you feel like you’re not ready, we can wait. I’m happy to do that too, if it’s what you want.”

“I…” He started, but a frown stole the words from him as his lip trembled from the wave of emotion you inspired. 

“I really like you, Sole.” His hand touched yours, still trembling, but certain in this movement he made towards you. “And… I think I– yeah, I, ah, I want to keep going.” 

Your hand grasped his and brought it to your lips briefly as you smiled up at him. 

“I really like you too, baby.” You told him, placing his hand back on the couch and returning yours to the hem of his underwear. You pulled the garment down slowly, helping to ease the tight hem over his erection as it sprang up to bump at his stomach. The darkened head of him was already glistening with pre-cum, and you found yourself licking your lips again at the thought of tasting him for the first time. At him feeling you for the first time. 

Despite the crimson absolutely overtaking his every feature, Travis lifted his hips and allowed you to pull down his jeans and underwear until they pooled around his ankles. Your hands smoothed over his thighs, spreading him a little further as you ducked your head towards him. Eyes glued to his, even as you could feel him trying not to break the contact, you leaned your face towards him, pressing one delicate kiss to the underside of his shaft. 

Travis’s body shook at the feel of another’s lips pressed to him. To that part of him.

Your lips. He reminded himself. 

He hated to admit it, but your lips had been the object of numerous fantasies of his, the thoughts always coming to his mind on those nights he felt frustrated enough to lay a hand over himself and stroke until he was biting back the sound of your name. It wasn’t something he was proud of, but it’s still something he did. 

But he didn’t want to think about that now. He didn’t have to. He wasn’t thinking about it now, he was living it, and you… You seemed to be loving it as much as he was. 

Travis breathed hard as you continued pressing kisses over his erection, fighting the urge to thrust his hips forward into the overwhelming contact. The softness of your lips was amplified against his sensitive skin, and when you swiped your tongue over the head of his cock, he nearly shouted at the feeling. It felt like lightning, like when he was shocked by a wire while making repairs to his radio, sending a white-hot surge up through his spine. 

“Mm,” Your lips rumbled against him as you hummed, “Let me hear you, baby.” 

You licked him again, this time starting at the base and dragging your tongue all the way back up to his tip, and he couldn’t help but groan at the heat of it, at the wetness, at the chill of the air surrounding you both, in comparison to your searing tongue. The feeling of it, the sight of you, shirtless and kneeling between his thighs, the touch of your hands as one rested on his thigh, while the other moved to guide his cock towards your open lips, he could’ve busted there and then. 

Travis closed his eyes tightly, his stomach flexing at the new contact you were introducing. Your mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, suckling slightly, before pushing down to ease the majority of his length inside your warm, inviting mouth. 

“Ahh.” He groaned, breathless. 

“O-oh. Sole, I-I..” His panting breaths interrupted him, and as you pulled your mouth back, sucking hard as you went until only the sensitive tip of him remained, he couldn’t seem to remember what he was going to say. 

You grinned at the sound of your name on his tongue, breathless and needy, music to your ears that was catchier than any song he played on his station. You knew that sound would be repeating in your head like a mantra for hours to come. 

You felt his cock pulse against your tongue as you attentively sucked at his head, slotting your tongue over his slit just in time to catch the bead of salty pre-cum that spilled from him. Travis groaned again, his hips bucking mutedly as he tried to hold back from shoving his length down your throat. 

Not that you would mind that. 

With the thought effectively inspired in your head, you descended on him again, taking his length as far into your mouth as you could, and staying there as you heard a moan drag from his lips. 

Travis was a mess under your attentions. Sweat dripped from him, his hands trembled, his voice was growing weak from use, every vein felt like it was on fire, and the pressure, oh, the pressure that was building up in his painfully hard cock was unbearable. 

“S-sole. I don’t– I’m gonna…” He grunted, and you felt his cock hit the back of your throat as his hips canted against you. “I’m not, ah, I don’t think I’m gonna last.” 

He managed to force the words out, even as you gagged from the pressure of his tip bumping the back of your throat. 

Honey, I could’ve told you that. You thought, all that could be achieved of a grin spreading across your full, parted lips. 

You hummed against him, hearing him stutter again at the vibrating stimulation, and pulled your head back, before plunging forward again. You bobbed your head over him quickly, determined to feel that throb within the confines of your mouth, to taste him against your tongue. Another gag was pulled from your throat as you pressed forward all the way again, settling as your tongue swiped over him and tears collected in your eyes. You pulled back only to take in air through your nostrils, your lips gripping hard at the skin of his shaft before you pushed forward again, until your nose pressed to his pelvic bone. 

Travis’s stomach shook as it clenched, and you felt another throb pulse against your tongue and throat. You pulled away one final time before pressing forward hard, swallowing through your tears around his length until he cried out, and you felt warmth spurt down your throat. 

You sucked at him greedily as you pulled back just enough to feel his cock throbbing on your tongue, coating the inside of your mouth with his cum. Not a blissful moment later, and you felt hands at your shoulders, pushing you back and off of his cock. Your eyes blinked open in surprise, noting the panic in your partner’s expression just before feeling a burst of cum land on your cheek. Unwittingly, you flinched at the feeling, and you heard Travis yelp as he watched it happen. 

He opened his mouth to speak, his hand grasped around his still-pulsing cock as he rode out the final moments of his release, pointing it down and spurting what was left onto the floor between your bodies. 

“S-sole, I–” 

You laughed at him, a grin breaking through your surprise as you wiped the glob of his cum from your face with your fingers. 

Travis was panting, mouth still open as if to speak as he looked at you with shock in his eyes. 

“A-are you– How? How can you be o-okay with this? I just–”

“I know,” You managed between feverish breaths, chest heaving with uncontained laughter. “I know, no, you should’ve just left–” You were cut off by another bout of giggles at the look Travis was giving you. 

He didn’t understand, he… He felt like you should be angry with him, but he wasn’t entirely sure why. 

“It’s fine, Travis. These things happen sometimes, it’s okay.” You put a hand on his thigh, stroking over it as you brought the fingers of your other hand, the one that still had a bit of his milky release on its fingers, to your mouth, cleaning them off slowly as you held your partner’s gaze. 

Travis’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. 

“Y-you just…” He shook his head. 

“What?” You asked, holding back another chuckle. “Baby, I just had your whole cock in my mouth. You think I’d be bothered by a bit of cum? That’d be like being mad about finding water in a canteen.” 

You clambered up to sit beside him on the couch as he worked on pulling his pants back up to his waist. 

“I guess, yeah. That makes sense. I just… I’m s–”

“Please don’t apologize to me again.” You rested your head against his shoulder as Travis leaned back on the couch, his anxiety finally expelled enough for him to relax against you. 

“Okay.” 

You smiled at that, basking in the contented quiet that surrounded you both as you wrapped your arms around his waist, and his head fell to lean on yours. 

“So… um,” You bit your lip, wondering if the question was a little presumptuous. You decided to ask it anyway. 

“How was your first time?” 

You felt his head shake against yours. 

“I… um, don’t know that I can describe it…” 

Your brows furrowed a bit at that. 

“But it… was incredible. So much better than I’ve ever, ah, imagined, and you… You were just amazing. Better than I’ve ever…” 

He cut himself off, heat rising to his ears at what he was just about to admit. 

“Hmm.” You hummed, arms tightening around him. “I’m glad, baby.” 

You paused. Is it a good idea to draw attention to something he’s clearly embarrassed about? You struggled with it for a moment, but thought about what you would want in his situation. 

He deserves to know. 

“And…” you continued, “You were better, too. Better than I ever imagined you would be.” 

Travis’s heart raced in his chest at your admission, but he warmed all the same. 

“I… I wanna do something for you. Next time. When you’re ready. If you want.” 

He felt your lips spread against his shoulder in a grin. 

“I’d like that.” You pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Next time for sure. For now though… I just want to be close to you.” 

Travis nodded at that, his heart full at the feel of you beside him, the admission that you wanted him, just as he wanted you. 

Gage:

It's a bit surprising, really. Even to himself, but his answer is 1 or 2, maybe even 3 or 4. He's not picky, and he knows it seems odd that an old raider like him even wants a kid at all, much less multiple little bastards, but... Gage doesn't fucking know. His life hasn't seemed to be all that meaningful so far, and he's getting to his later years. The thought of leaving something behind, someone behind to remember him, to carry on this way of life, or even to move on from it, to be something more when he just never could be... It's a kinda comforting thought.

Mason:

Oh yeah. He'll have some kids, that's for damn sure. You think he's gonna let a good bloodline like his just fade away into nothin'? No way in hell.

Mason's partner will be lucky to get away after 5 kiddos are born, but he's good to keep going until you threaten his fertility. A bunch of little Masons running around the park, causing trouble and headaches, growing up and becoming badass pack members? That's the fucking dream.

Maxson:

He always assumed he would want a large family, somewhere around 4-6 kids should be more than sufficient to help him carry on the Maxson line, even among the dangers of the Wasteland. Not to mention the fact that the siblings would have one another to share the burden of expectation awarded to those with the surname Maxson. They wouldn't be alone in this. Not like he was. He would be sure of that, at least.

And yet, after the first child is born, Arthur finds himself looking at things much less strategically. He may bring the number a bit lower, if only to ensure he can give his attention to each of his kids. They're not just fodder to carry on a name and secure his bloodline, they're kids. His kids. So he'd try to think less clinically about it all and settle for a more doable number, like 3 or maybe 4. If he feels like he can pay proper attention to more of them, then his thoughts might yet change again, but he will not have his kids being raised the same way he was. No proper parental figures, no guidance beyond thoughts of leadership and strategy... that's not what he wants for them.

Sturges:

Aw, yeah, kids are real nice. Sturges has always had a bit of a soft spot for 'em, especially the troubled teens. He finds that putting a tool in their hand and asking help fixing up some stuff around the settlements helps 'em calm down a bit, to see the good in their own work and see that they can fix almost anything with the right tools and support. So honestly, he would be very interested in the thought of adoption of an older kid if you're game for it.

Sadomasochism with Maxson x M!Sole

I swear this is actually sweet 😅 But for context, I really don't know how I feel about Maxson 🤔 This didn't really help me figure it out either, lol But this was steamy and fun to write, so no matter how you feel about him, I hope you enjoy! :)

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Included: Sadomasochism, enthusiastic consent, bdsm dynamics, punishments, stress relief, spanking, pain play, hand jobs, anal sex, claiming/marking, 'sir' kink, overstimulation, slight authority/power dynamics, aftercare, pillow talk.

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Maxson’s knuckles were white where he clung to the metal frame of the table in his quarters, one angry vein bulged from his neck like it was trying to escape the skin there. Sole could hear his heavy breathing even from the other side of the room, from where he was seated on his partner’s cot, twiddling his thumbs.

This stress is making him look older than me.

Sole bit his lip thoughtfully, the hard pressure in his chest growing to an uncomfortable pain as he ached for the situation Arthur was in. Some days he still couldn’t believe how old he was. All the responsibility, every eye and ear in the Brotherhood warily keeping watch, listening for the slightest whisper of failure, looking for the smallest mistake, trying to find some miniscule action that would make him unworthy of his name and station. Sole didn’t know how he managed to cope. 

He knew some days were worse than others, though. Today, for example, was bad. A horde of ferals, a meager scouting party of mostly scribes, and a bit of bad luck meant that Maxson had a hell of a lot of letters to write to family members and friends of the victims of those creatures’ horrid antics. Even when the fault of it was well out of his own hands, the Elder still knew who the family and friends would see signing the letter that sealed their knowledge of the fate of their loved one. 

But the events of the day had been no more than the final straw that broke the brahmin’s back. This had all been building for so long. The Commonwealth, the raiders and mutants, the Institute, the other branches of the Brotherhood, even, all these factors swirling into a thick stew that screamed exhaustion, stress, and begrudging responsibility. Maxson would never back down from it, Sole knew, as he saw the way the Elder’s brow furrowed stubbornly, but still… He wished he could do something to help. Anything. 

Sole flinched as pain flared in his finger. He’d pulled too hard at a hangnail amidst his restless fidgeting. He brought the digit to his mouth to rid it of the speck of scarlet that had sprouted up, and as the metallic taste touched his tongue, Sole’s mind flashed a thought behind his eyes. 

Unsure if it was something Arthur would even be interested in, let alone want to actually try, Sole decided to speak up. 

Won’t know until you ask, right? Besides… Something like this, it really could be good for both of us. 

“You know…” He started, and Maxson’s icy eyes locked to him, “You could take it out on me. If, you know, if you wanted to.” 

The Elder’s eyes narrowed. 

“Take what out on you?” Maxson’s hands finally relented their grip on the steel table as he stood up fully, and Sole couldn’t quite see from here, but it really seemed as though the pads of his fingers had left indents in the metal. 

“Your stress.” He clarified, almost sheepishly. 

The confusion on Maxson’s face only grew stronger at that, as the Elder walked over to sit on the bed beside his partner. 

“I just mean,” Sole continued, “If you need to blow off some steam… I just know how tense you always are, and it seems like nothing I can do ever helps. I just feel so powerless, and I want… I want to help you feel like you again.” 

Maxson smiled sadly at that, his eyes uncharacteristically apologetic at the sound of his partner’s words. 

“I-I wish I knew a way as well, but…” Arthur trailed off, shoulders shrugging and head shaking slowly as his eyes scanned the bleak bed sheets for an answer. “But perhaps there is something we haven’t tried yet... So, do you have an idea to propose?”

“I do. I think.” He said swiftly, “It’s just an idea though, and if you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to move forward with it.” 

Arthur nodded, and Sole took a breath before speaking.

“What if you tried, um, hurting me?” 

“What?” Arthur’s icy blue eyes widened in shock, “What the hell will–” 

Sole’s hands shot out to keep Maxson seated beside him as the Elder recoiled from his words.

“Let me finish. I was going to explain.” 

“I don’t need an explanation, Sole. I’m not going to do that.” 

“Arthur.” Sole took the Elder’s hand in his own, thumbs stroking over his knuckles as his eyes pleaded for him to listen. 

“Trust me. If it was something I didn’t want, I wouldn’t have even suggested it.” His partner’s eyes narrowed, unsure. “And it doesn’t have to be hateful or aggressive, or anything you don’t want it to be, but I want to be honest with you. That’s not... something I’m afraid of, I actually…” Sole bit into his lip, cheeks heating at the confession he was about to make. 

I’ve never told anyone this… Well, besides Nate/Nora. But no one alive knows this about me.  

He took a quick, steadying breath. 

“Well, before the war, me and my husband/wife, well… We sort of found out that I like it.” 

He could see the gears in Maxson’s head turning from the information, his brows remaining firmly furrowed with each passing word. 

“Like… what?” 

“Pain.” Sole just spat the word out, quickly, before he could think to retract it. “Like… Nate/Nora would sometimes hit me or be overly rough when we were together, since we both liked that sort of interaction.” 

Maxson’s nostrils flared, and he opened his mouth, ready with an undoubtedly furious response.

“After we talked about it!” Sole added quickly “Of course, we talked about it first, before we ever did anything physical like that. It just… it worked for us. To blow off steam, to escape from reality for a while, to just focus on the physical. You really do feel better after. Or, we did, at least.” 

Maxson sat back against the wall, eyes downcast and hand still locked in Sole’s as he thought through everything he’d heard, everything they’d done, everything he’d shamefully felt like he wanted to try but was too hesitant to speak up about… 

“This is really something you’d want to try… with me?” 

“Absolutely.” His partner answered without hesitation, hands squeezing his for emphasis. “And I’m no expert, but I really do think it would make you feel better. Allow you to let some steam out of the pot, you know? Before it all just boils over or eats you alive.” 

Maxson nodded at that, almost gravely, and sighed. 

“Very well.” 

“Really?” Sole shot up out of the bed. 

“Yes. If you think it would help… If it’s something you want, then, I want to try it.” He stood up after Sole, already following his partner’s lead as he entered into this unfamiliar bit of territory. “But if you feel, even for a moment, unsafe, or unhappy, I need you to tell me right away.” 

“I will, don’t worry. And the same thing goes for you, okay?” Sole stepped closer to his partner as Maxson nodded to him, his hands going to the shoulders of the Elder’s famed steel battle coat, and he slowly tugged it down over his muscular shoulders and arms. 

“I think ‘zeppelin’ should do.” 

“Zeppelin?” Maxson cocked a brow. 

“For a safeword. You know, like the Prydwen?” Sole tossed the heavy coat over a chair and moved his hands to the zipper on his partner’s flight suit. “The Prydwen feels safe, doesn’t it?” 

“Suppose so.” Arthur’s hands moved to Sole’s, pausing their undressing of him as the zipper reached his waist. He pulled his own arms from his sleeves, and moved his focus to Sole’s suit. With oddly hesitant hands, Maxson peeled the fabric away slowly, unbuckling the collar and tugging at the zip with a care he rarely showed before having one of their trysts. Perhaps his gentleness now was a way of already making up for the actions he was about to take against his partner. 

I only hope he eventually feels comfortable enough to let loose. If he’s stuck worrying about me the whole time, he’ll never be able to lose himself the way he’s meant to. 

When Sole was standing before him in only his briefs, Maxson nodded to the bed. 

“On you go.” 

He nodded, an almost giddy smile on his face as he climbed onto the mattress. Staying down on all fours, Sole thrust his ass into the air to give the Elder the first hint at which direction he should be taking them in. 

“You can start with your hand.” He told him, and Maxson swallowed hard, steeling his resolve as he silently vowed to trust his partner in this. 

He’s assured me it’s what he wants… And I’d be lying to him and myself if I didn’t make it clear that it’s something I’ve wanted as well. That I want. 

Maxson gritted his teeth and stepped up to the bed, his presence already imposing as his shadow fell over Sole’s submitting form. 

“I’ll give the orders from here, Knight.” 

Sole nodded to him, biting back a grin as he lowered his head to the mattress and spread his legs wide for easier access. 

Maxson felt his member begin to harden in his suit. 

His rough hands met Sole’s hips, tugging him backwards to the very edge of the bed, where he began to remove the ex-vault dweller’s briefs, leaving him bare before him. Maxson patted one hand firmly on Sole’s ass experimentally, watching the way he tensed in response and anticipation. His hand came down harder the next time, palm landing flat against Sole’s soft skin and pulling a whimper from him. 

Maxson felt his cock jerk in response to the sound. 

Sole really may be onto something, here. 

His palm came down again, harder even than the last, and Maxson felt Sole’s skin begin to warm beneath the hard contact, a redness becoming more prominent with each smack. 

He switched to Sole’s other cheek, and his partner jerked in surprise, but kept his body as still as possible. The Brotherhood knight’s gasps turned to whimpers as Maxson increased the pressure of his blows, adrenaline rising in his body and blurring his inhibitions with each liberating action. 

Should it really feel this good to let loose this way? 

His mind made him begin to question his actions, the redness of his partner’s ass making it plain that bruising would be present the next day. 

Can he really enjoy what I’m doing to him, or is it just a way to get me to blow off steam without making it obvious that he’s just trying to help?

Maxson wasn’t the best at accepting help, especially when it came to his personal well-being. He had so many other things to worry about, to lend his energy to, he always put it off until Cade was practically dragging him into the clinic for a checkup, and Sole knew all of that. 

The Elder released a grunt as his hand came down harder than ever as his mind spun with more frustrating thoughts, more questions, more noise that he never seemed to be able to escape. He pulled back, the steadying hand he’d had at Sole’s hip pulling away as he took a step back from the bed. Sole hadn’t whimpered, he hadn’t gasped, but he’d groaned that time, and at the loss of contact, his hips shifted back, offering himself to the Elder despite his roughness. 

Maxson opened his mouth to speak, to ask his partner if he was alright, if he’d taken it too far, to apologize, if need be, but Sole spoke up first. 

“Again, Elder. Please.” 

His voice was hoarse, desperate with want, and as Maxson’s widened eyes fell to Sole’s form, he noticed something he couldn’t see from his angle before. Sole’s hips thrust backwards wantonly, his fingers tangling in the bed sheets as his legs spread wider, and Maxson caught sight of his cock, rock hard and dark with pleasure, his tip already glistening with need. The Elder’s cheeks reddened even as he blinked in surprise. 

Surely, Sole couldn’t lie that well. He really does enjoy this.

The tightness of Maxson’s suit and briefs surrounding his own aching member started to become unbearably uncomfortable, and he felt his fists clenching together. 

He wants more does he?

Arthur looked around the room briefly, scanning for some way to up the antics and really get Sole going, now that he could see the clear outcome of his actions written in his partner’s desperate body. 

In the next moment, Arthur was back at the foot of the bed, a clipboard in hand as Sole whined again beneath him. 

God, it’s good to see him like this. 

It’s just as Arthur always imagined it in his fantasies, only better, now that it was right in front of him. Now he could hear Sole, feel the warmth of his skin, smell his pleasure wafting off of him. It was so much more than fantasy.

Maxson tightened his grip of the clipboard with both hands, took aim, and brought it down on Sole’s plush ass. The Knight yelped and jerked his hips forward at the feel of the unrelenting wood against his skin, and Maxson held his breath. Then he heard Sole sigh, in what sounded like relief, as he let his hips shift back towards him. 

Maxson nodded his head, his mind growing foggy at the sight of his partner this way, energy surging through his veins at the thrill of this whole situation. Now, he fully understood Sole’s giddiness at the start of all this. 

Arthur hit him again, harder, and Sole bit down into one of the blankets on the mattress, a groan escaping from deep in his throat. Again, and again, Maxson brought down the clipboard, the thin slab of wood creaking with the force of the last few blows until he was afraid he was going to break the damn thing. Sole was shouting in pleasure, hands white-knucked in the blankets, legs shaking, his cock painfully hard and dripping onto the sheets between his spread legs. Meanwhile, Maxson was panting, pupils blown wide, and adrenaline making every muscle tingle with electricity. He felt so pent up, felt wild and alive, and even the sight of Sole’s sore ass, red and purple with angry marks didn’t deter him. It fueled him. 

“Just look at you, Knight.” Maxson said as he stepped back, throwing the abused clipboard aside with a clatter before he came right back, one hand gently moving to graze over Sole’s marred flesh. He was hot to the touch, the skin quivering under the delicate brush of his fingers as he stroked over his handiwork. 

“What a shameful display.” The Elder heard himself say. Almost unwittingly the words spilled from him, straight from one of his fantasies and so unlike what Sole had come to expect from him. 

“You deserved this, didn’t you, Knight?” 

Sole nodded, whimpering. Playing along. 

Maxson’s heart leapt in his chest. 

“Yes, sir.” The Knight choked out.

Maxson’s cock gave a painful jerk in the suffocating confines of his suit, screaming to be freed. His hands went to the hem of his flight suit where it hugged his hips, pulling it down to his ankles, along with his briefs. 

He grimaced as the cool Prydwen air rushed over his hard cock, already wet with pre-cum and aching to be one with the man kneeling before him. 

Soon. 

“So, what do we say to our Elder for teaching you this valuable lesson?” Maxson brought his hand back to Sole’s hip, holding him in place as he began to pump over his cock. 

“Thank you.” His hips thrust back towards the Elder. “Thank you, sir.” 

“You still haven’t learned though, have you, Sole?” 

He shook his head firmly. 

“N-no sir, I haven’t.” 

“So? How do you suggest we remedy this?” Maxson asked, his hand reaching underneath Sole’s body to grasp at his hardened member, where it strained up against his stomach. 

Sole gasped at the touch, muscles spasming at the feel of Maxson’s rough hand over his aching cock. Arthur smiled at the sound, at the feel of the way Sole’s member pulsed in his hand, eager to spill his release all over the bedsheets. 

“I believe I asked you a question, Knight.”

“Fuck.” Sole whispered under his breath as Maxson began to stroke his hand down the length of his cock, fingers squeezing tight as they reached the sensitive tip, making Sole shudder at the overwhelming feeling. 

“S-so, ah, “ Sole’s hips bucked. “I need– I think you sh-should fuck me, sir.” 

Desire burned low in Maxson’s belly, and he gritted his teeth at the way he felt his cock jerk to attention at Sole’s words. 

“Oh, but doesn’t that sound like a reward, Knight?” Maxson’s hand paused its movement over Sole’s cock, and the man whimpered pathetically at the loss of friction. 

“Y-you could make me cum first, sir. T-then you could take me. Hard and fast, to teach me my lesson.” 

Arthur smiled, but his eyes narrowed at the suggestion. 

“Make you cum first?” He asked for clarification, hand stroking over Sole’s length only once before pausing again. 

“Yes. It makes it more unc-comfortable, if I’ve already cum.”

“Hmm.” Maxson made a show of thinking it over while Sole tried desperately to keep from bucking needily into his hand. 

“Very well.” The Elder said at last, “If it’s as you say, then it should be sufficient.”

Maxson increased the pressure from his fingers, squeezing down hard over Sole’s aching member, feeling the drag of his skin with each stroke. He was relentless, pumping a fast and steady rhythm that left Sole gasping in response. Despite his efforts, Sole felt his hips bucking frantically, but whether it was to pull away from the overwhelming contact, or to increase it, he didn’t know. 

To be fair, he didn’t know much of anything right now. Only the feeling of his Elder’s rough fingers, the burning deep in his stomach, the tightening feeling he felt building up and threatening to spill over. A few more firm pumps of Arthur’s hand, and Sole was finished. 

His body writhed below the Elder, knees buckling and hands grasping desperately as he bit down on the mattress and screamed his pleasure into its plush fabric. Maxson didn’t relent, not even then, his hand swiping urgently over Sole’s pulsing cock as it shot out spurt after spurt of cum onto the mattress below. 

When Sole’s groans turned to whimpers and his shaking limbs dissolved to jelly, Maxson’s hand finally pulled away. He reached down to the mattress, lewdly collecting what he could of Sole’s release in his hand, and stroked over his own member, coating himself in his partner’s juices. 

“There. You’ve had yours. Now, get back into position.” 

With shaking arms and legs, Sole clambered back onto his elbows and knees, spreading his legs further than before to allow for better access. Maxson’s hands went to Sole’s bruised and battered ass cheeks, spreading them apart before spitting into his hand and rubbing the wetness over his entrance. 

Arthur’s cock was wet enough, with the help of his own arousal and Sole’s, and he knew he was meant to be rough, but still… He couldn’t bring himself to go in completely dry. His wet fingers massaged over Sole’s asshole, prodding and dipping inside every few strokes to stretch him just a bit. His partner was used to taking Maxson’s girth, but not without preparation. 

When he was satisfied with the give of Sole’s entrance on his fingers, Maxson grasped at his member, stepping closer to the bed, and lined up the tip of his cock with Sole’s entrance. His partner sucked in a breath, and when he released it, his body visibly relaxed, and Arthur nudged his tip inside. As usual, Sole grit his teeth at the stretch, but in the next moment, Maxson felt the, almost painfully, tight grip on his cock relent enough for him to press forward. 

Sole groaned as his partner bottomed out, his voice tired, but wrought with pleasure, nonetheless; and Maxson took that as the signal to continue with his movements. The friction against his aching cock was maddening, the roughness of Sole’s only partially slicked channel making him feel like he could cum right there and then. 

The Elder grit his teeth together, pushing thoughts of finishing too soon from his mind as he forced himself to move. 

‘Then you can take me. Hard and fast.’

Sole’s pleading words rang through his mind like a mantra, and Maxson did just that. His grip on Sole’s hips tightened to an almost painful degree, and he pushed and pulled his partner into his rough thrusts, hips slamming into Sole’s battered backside each time he bottomed out. 

Each slam into him, and Sole was groaning into the mattress, his broken, pained sounds bordering on sobs as tears spilled down his cheeks. It was overwhelming. Maxson delving far into his depths, rubbing deliciously against his pressure points deep inside, the pound of his hips on his reddened ass, reminding him of the bruises that would still be there days after, the sound of his grunts above him as he came closer and closer to his climax. 

“Gonna finish soon.” Maxson panted, “Gonna finish inside you.” 

Sole whimpered, bucking his hips back wantonly at his Elder’s words. 

“Gonna finish deep inside, that way, when it's dripping down behind you, you’ll remember this lesson. You’ll remember how it felt to be taught this lesson by your Elder.” 

“Y-yes, sir.” Sole managed, his throat hoarse from his sobs. 

Maxson’s hands tightened their grip on him, hips pounding hard against his backside, delivering quick, deep thrusts that left Sole floundering to keep up with the growing, overwhelming sensation of pain and pleasure mixing so potently inside him. 

The Elder thrust, once, twice more, burying himself deep in Sole’s ass, just as he promised, and released with an unrestrained shout. His hips bucked into Sole, his member shooting jets of hot cum and painting his insides with his release.

Finally, Maxson felt the tension leave his body fully, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation in its wake. He pulled his hips back, tugging his softening cock from Sole’s ass, and appreciated the sight of him. Red, and battered, and stretched, and used. He gave a soft pat to Sole’s ass, and the Knight collapsed onto the mattress with a final groan. 

As the euphoria of their heated union slowly drained away, Maxson’s eyebrows knitted together in concern. He turned behind him, grabbing a rag from his dresser and a can of water from the table. Sitting down on the bed beside his partner, he wet the rag with the water, taking a few gulps of it after the fact and setting it on the floor. Gingerly, Arthur brushed the rag over Sole’s ass, cleaning him and soothing the hot, angry marks he’d left. He reached down to wipe what was left of Sole’s release from the mattress, turning his partner’s hips to brush over his stomach and cock as well. When he’d wiped himself clean, he threw the towel into the clothes bin and grabbed up the can of water. 

“Here.” Maxson offered the water to his partner as he sat beside him on the bed, scooting close as Sole carefully rose to a sitting position, grimacing at the pressure on his sore ass. Maxson frowned. 

“Thanks.” Sole grabbed the water, oblivious to Maxson’s concern, and drank the rest of its contents down before setting it aside. 

“Are you alright?” Arthur asked softly, and to his relief, Sole smiled at him tiredly.

“I’m great.” He said, and Arthur raised a hand to wipe away a tear from his partner’s face. 

“Honestly.” Sole insisted, “That was… something else. I haven’t felt like that… that good, in ages. So, thank you.”

Maxson visibly relaxed at his words, and Sole scooted closer to him, laying down with his head resting on Arthur’s torso. The Elder’s hand stoked over Sole’s hair gently, a soft smile tugging at his lips at the sight of his partner’s expression of pure contentment. 

“I’m glad. I… thought I might’ve taken it too far.” 

Sole shook his head. 

“No, I enjoyed every second of it.” His hand came up to rest on the Elder’s stomach, his body settling further into him as they both felt the fatigue beginning to set in. “And I was glad you got so into it too, I wasn’t sure if you were gonna like it or not.” 

Maxson hummed at that. 

“Truthfully?” He said, “I’d thought about doing something like that with you before, but I wasn’t quite sure how to… approach the subject.” 

Sole’s breath fanned over his skin as he chuckled softly. 

“You were right, though.” Arthur continued, his eyes heavy as he watched Sole’s fall to a close.

“About what?” Sole murmured.

“I feel… better. Looser, less stressed. Thanks to you.” 

He opened his eyes to see Sole’s little smile. 

“Mm, told you so.” 

Pet Play with Mason x F! Sole

Is this a little stereotypical for Mason? Maybe. Does that mean it's any less fun and smexy? Hopefully not.

First time writing for this guy (I think🤔) and I've gotta say, it was a blast 😅

I hope you enjoy! 😁

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Included: Pet Play, aphrodisiacs (fever blossom), dom/sub dynamics, spanking, begging, teasing, praise kink, rough sex, drugged sex, marking, claiming, creampie, orgasm control, mildly dubious consent.

3.1k words.

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"Aw, puppy, just look atcha." Mason sauntered into Fizztop, the doors closing behind him as his eyes locked to his partner where she laid in a heap on the floor, a pillow latched between her thighs as she blindly rutted into it, eyes fogged over with need. He couldn't be sure the Overboss even knew he was there. 

"You missin' your alpha that bad, hm?" 

He looked around a moment as his feet led him to their form, crumpled up on the floor and whimpering. A scent lingered, a mug on the side table near the couch caught his eye, and Mason took a deep breath in, his pupils instantly dilating at the sweet, enticing scent of boiled fever blossom. 

He sighed at her, even as he grinned.

Already, the Pack alpha felt a growing tightness beneath his thick pants. 

"Pup, what did I say ‘bout fever blossom tea when I ain't here?" His voice turned stern and Sole finally ceased her feverish movements, her glazed-over eyes rising to take in his form as it towered above her trembling body. "Gonna drive yourself mad." 

Sole scrambled to her feet, legs still shaking with unrestrained desire as she lunged for him, fingers pulling in vain at his belt, mouth pressing to his torso, teeth pulling frantically at the fabric of his shirt and the hem of his pants. 

"Hey now, easy." He said between breathy chuckles. 

God he could hardly stand it when she was like this. 

Needy and begging to have him, unsatisfied until he was in her, surrounding her fully, grinding and touching and pulling and biting until they were both fully sated. 

Heh, if there ever was such a thing as that. Not likely.

If she could stay this way forever, well, Mason might consider finally settling down, settling in with only her by his side. Even he couldn’t say no to a life like that. Like this. 

Wouldn’t ever get anything done, is all. Not that I’d be complaining though.

Mason licked his lips, dragging his fingers through her hair and subtly opening his legs where he stood. He allowed her heated and unfocused antics to continue a moment longer, reveling in the feel of her hot tongue as she pulled up at his shirt, licking and mouthing at every bit of flesh she could uncover, her hands petting heavily at the bulge that’d formed in the front of his pants. 

"I said easy." Mason’s hand jerked downward suddenly, fingers meeting the dog collar around her neck. The very one he thought she'd put up a fight about, but luckily enough, she'd been as eager for it as he was. 

Damn, I'm really starting to get used to this. Starting to like it. A whole damn lot.

And what the hell wasn't to like? The Overboss, kneeling at his feet, licking and begging like a dog for him to fill her, to ravish her like the rest of the raiders only dreamed they could. 

Yeah, life wasn't too bad. 

Could be even better though. He mused with a wicked grin. Better get started. 

His fingers gripped tight around the leather collar, tugging Sole back and down until she was seated on the floor at his feet. 

"I'll give ya what you need, pup." He pet her hair lightly with one hand, the other holding her firmly in place as her body trembled for him. "But I need ya to fuckin’ behave." 

He released the collar from his hand slowly, stepping back towards the sofa, his hands going to the hem of his wife-beater and pulling it over his head. Sole unconsciously scooted closer, her thirsty eyes drinking in his half-bare form, licking her lips in sheer anticipation. 

"Ah ah, stay." He held out one hand, while the other went to the button of his pants, and a high-pitched whine escaped Sole's throat. Mason's eyes crinkled as he let out a dry laugh. 

Damn if I don’t wanna ravish her just as much. 

He kicked away the heap of clothes from his ankles, still grinning down at her as he noticed the way that special place between her legs began to really glisten. 

Now fully bare, the pack alpha sat back on the sofa behind him, legs spread wide, as one hand stroked over his mustache. He regarded his pet with low brows, green-grey eyes locked to them like a predator on prey as they trembled on the floor awaiting his command. 

Sure as hell could get used to this. 

“A’right.” He whispered, “Have at it.” 

Sole lunged forward from where she knelt, crawling quickly to settle between his spread legs. To her credit, she paused one more time, her body hot and aching with need, but mind still undoubtedly knowing who was in charge. One hand on either of his thighs, Sole turned her blown-out eyes to meet his. 

“Atta girl.” Mason's painted hand stroked over her head, and her eyes rolled back at the sound of his growled praise. “You know the way I like it. Go on.” 

With that, the grip of his fingertips met the back of her head, aggressively encouraging her lips downwards to his pelvic bone. From there, his puppy didn’t need any more help. Mason couldn’t count the number of times she’d done this for him, but he couldn’t do much of anything when she was like this. And it didn't really matter, anyhow. Sole knew him, knew what he liked, and she was always willing to prove that to him. Over and over.

Who was he to stop her? She's the Overboss, after all. What she wants, she gets, she takes, without mercy, and right now? She wanted him. And Mason would never deny her that, at least, not for too long.

Oh, but it is fun to tease.

If they both hadn't been so desperate for all this, maybe he'd have indulged that urge, but as it were...

Sole's heated kisses were like lightning, littering his skin and leaving shudders of energy in their wake. His head fell back as she laid her tongue on him, luxuriously dragging the heat of it over his shaft until he was firm and aching with his own desperate need. 

As it were, he could hardly stand even this. It wasn't enough.

Still though, he let her play a moment, his hand guiding her up and down his cock as her tongue laved, and her lips pressed suckling kisses over him. 

She was holding back. Just as she knew he wanted her to. If he had wanted to face fuck her, she would’ve known from the moment he walked through the elevator doors. 

No, tonight, he knew what she needed. Hell, he needed it too, fever blossom or not, Mason wasn’t finishing anywhere but inside her. Staking his claim on his Overboss in the most primal way, filling her until she was bloated and leaking with him and only him. 

He felt his cock twitch just at the mere thought, and Mason pulled his hand from the back of her head. 

With a frustrated whine, Sole dragged her lips away, a string of drool connecting her to his swollen cock, still pulsing with need. Aggressively, he thrust his hand under her chin, tugging her face to his and capturing her lips in a dominating kiss. His tongue delved between their connection, claiming her mouth as his, more so than even his cock had, and only pulling away when he’d lapped up the taste of himself from her writhing tongue. His teeth met her lips, tugging until he heard her whine, and released her. 

“Bed.” He grunted, nodding his head to the back room, and Sole shot up to her feet. 

“Hey!” Mason rose from the couch just as quickly, glowering down at her as Sole’s eyes widened. “Who the fuck told you to stand, eh?” 

Immediately, her eyes fell to the floor, body obeying him before her mind could fully register the words, and in the next moment, he was grinning slyly as her naked form crawled on all fours to the bedroom. He followed slowly, leisurely, trying in vain to mask his own growing need for her. 

As if my stiff, dripping cock weren’t obvious enough.

He snorted at the thought.

Ain’t even had fever blossom, an’ I’m feeling like a mutt in heat.

Foolish pup better be ready for what she started.   

Sole was seated on the bed as Mason sauntered in, her wide eyes pleading and her thighs glistening with slick as her hands restlessly worked at the thin bed sheet below her. 

“The hell are you waitin’ for, pup?” He stood at the foot of the bed, near enough to touch, but not yet giving her the satisfaction of it. “You want me to fuck you like a bitch in heat, you’d better act like one. Submit.” 

He leaned over her as he said it, the wiry hairs on his chest ghosting over the tips of her breasts as he whispered in her ear. Goosebumps speckled over the skin of her neck, and Mason had to hold back the urge to run his tongue over them and nip at her until she was marked and squealing. 

There’d be time for that still, tonight. 

For now though, there were more urgent matters at hand. 

Almost instantly, his pet scrambled to obey him. She turned away on the bed on her hands and knees, spreading her legs as though there were a bar between them and collapsing onto her elbows to achieve that beautiful arch to her back. Mason brought a hand to his aching cock, pumping over it a few times as he climbed onto the bed behind her. 

“That’s a good girl.” A hand came down on her ass in a hard slap, and he heard Sole gasp, whether from pain or pleasure he didn’t know, but he could only hope it was some combination thereof. His hand slid down from her ass, rough fingers gliding down and between her soaked folds. 

Maybe there still is time for a bit of teasing...

He clicked his tongue as he lined up his cock with that shining, clenching hole. 

“Aw pup, you must be miserable.” Mason continued pumping his fist over his cock as he spoke, allowing just the tip to prod rhythmically at Sole’s entrance every few moments. 

“Please, Maso–” 

A swift slap to her cunt and she quickly corrected herself. 

“A-alpha. Master. Please. I need you.” 

“I know, puppy, I know. First though,” His hand found her clit, clever fingers working deftly around the outside of the little nub, coming so close before consciously avoiding it as he rubbed over her lower lips. “Tell me what we’ve learned.” 

He could see the way her muscles were flexing wildly. Trying to behave, trying not to squirm or complain, just the most muted of backwards thrusts to draw his fingers where she needed him. 

It was so adorable. 

“No fever blossom.” She managed through gritted teeth. 

Another slap.

A high noise escaped through her sealed lips before she could continue.

“W-without you. No more without you. Master. Alpha.” 

“Mmhm.” He nodded, “Very good.” He smiled as he noticed the way her snatch winked at him, clenching wantonly around nothing at the sound of his praise. 

He couldn’t wait anymore, even with as much fun as it was to tease her, Mason had his own limits.

“That was the right answer. You want your reward now, pup?” 

She nodded animatedly, her fingertips clenching at the bed sheet nestled between them. 

“Go on then.” He said lowly, pressing the head of his cock to her entrance with more insistence, prodding, but refusing to breach her fully until he heard the words. “Beg for your alpha.” 

“Please, alpha. Need you.” She didn’t hesitate to speak everything she knew he wanted to hear.

No regard for her own pride. Her own sense of authority. Only my needs. My pleasure.  

He grinned again at the sentiment. 

“Need your cock so bad, alpha. Please, fill me up. Claim me, make me yours." She still whined beneath him, and finally, Mason breached her entrance with the thick, leaking head of his cock, and swiftly pushed inside to the hilt. 

The alpha groaned with relief as he was surrounded by her slick heat, holding himself still within her for only half a moment before pulling out completely again. 

Sole let out another pleading whine, bordering on a sob as he left her empty and wanting once more. 

This oughta be so good.

He pressed back in again, this time swiftly starting a rough and rapid pace, pounding his hips hard into her ass until he heard her frantic gasps turn to deep moans of bliss. Her walls sucked him in, thirsty for everything he had to give, clenching each time that he bottomed out, pressing his broad tip to that soft, sensitive point deep within her. 

Mason’s rough hands moved from their place at her hips, sliding up her body until he could grasp at her soft, swinging breasts, and he felt her clench around him as he began to pinch and tug at her hardened, sensitive nipples. He leaned over her fully, feeling the heat of her back against his chest as he thrust in deep, grinding himself against every crevice of her velvety walls. He pressed his lips to her, his vibrant, auburn mustache tickling over the nape of her neck, blue war paint staining her skin as he laid feverish bites over her slick back. 

No one’ll ever question who she belongs to. Not the raiders, not the bosses, sure as hell not some useless fuckin’ wastelander. 

Nah, to all of ‘em, she’s mine. 

He bit down hard where her neck meets her shoulder, thrusting himself particularly deep into her, and Sole cried out as she felt him plow painfully into the wall of her cervix, at the very back of her. 

Mason gritted his teeth at the way her cunt squeezed him in a choking hold, reveling at the high-pitched yelp he forced from her with his aggressive thrust. 

Ohh, just once more for me, pup. 

He thrusted deep again, his jaw clenching harder as Sole flinched away from the uncomfortable feeling of him pressing hard into her deepest part as though he meant to breach it. 

“Atta girl.” He whispered, hauling his hips back and angling to grind at her g-spot as he thrust in once more. A shuddering groan was all that she could manage as he leaned down to lick over the marks he’d left on her skin. 

Sole’s noises were becoming broken, her hips thrusting back to meet each pulse into her, her walls clenching suffocatingly against his thick length each time he bottomed out. 

“Ah ah, pup. Not yet.” Mason panted as he pulled back, his own need causing a stifling heat to pool deep in his belly. “I ain’t given you permission, so I’m gonna need you t’ hold off. Got it?” 

“Mmhm.” He heard her voice shake as she hummed to him, and he felt her try to take a calming breath. 

“Good.” He bent to kiss her shoulder. “Now you hold back until I say so.” 

With that, Mason rose up, hands grasping hard at her hips, fingers clenching tight enough to leave bruises, and pulled out until all that was left in her was his tip. Then he thrusted into her again, bottoming out. He pounded into her with long, hard strokes, moving faster and faster with each shove into her, his gripping hands forcing her back against him each time he pressed deep inside. 

Mason was wild, truly channeling the spirit of a beast in heat as he claimed his mate, his pet, as she trembled beneath him, biting her lips with the effort of holding back her climax with this new, aggressive, brutal pace. The bed knocked hard against the wall with each powerful thrust, driving him and his partner ever closer to that precipice of release, and he soon decided it was time. 

She’s been good for me tonight, and I can’t hold off much longer myself.

“Now, pup.” He growled out, “Do it.” 

His hands never released her hips, and his thrusting never ceased, as Sole’s body tensed beneath him, shaking with explosive release as her juices gushed over his cock and her walls sucked him tighter than a goddamn vice. Mason grunted with the effort of holding himself back, of pushing through her suffocating pressure as he felt her cunt pleading to milk him dry. 

Fuck it. Who am I to deny her?

He bit hard into his lip as he felt her body finally begin to relax beneath him, exhaustion finally taking over her limbs as her arms gave out and she collapsed onto the mattress below. 

No one could ever deny it. I do this, I finish deep inside, I fill her up, an’ she’s mine. None could dispute that shit. 

His hands released her hips as she laid flat against the bed, opting to cage her in from either side as he thrust hard into her twice more before bottoming out, and unloading his heavy release inside her, as deep as it could go. 

All mine. Mine, mine. Mine!

His mind chanted the words over and over as his cock pulsed within her still-tight walls. A series of grunts and pants left him as his hips continued to thrust instinctually, tiny pulsing movements with each consecutive gush of his cum deep inside her. Sole clenched again as the feel of his heat spread within her, her body soaking up the last of his spend even as she lay half-unconscious beneath him. 

One final, definitive spurt left him as Mason collapsed on top of her. He heard the air leave his partner’s body as his weight pressed her into the mattress, and he opted to wrap his arms about her, and roll both of them onto their sides, still refusing to pull his softening cock from the comfort of her warmth. 

Sole sighed, the last of the fever blossom leaving her as her body finally got what it had been craving, needing, for hours. 

“Sorry about the tea.” He heard her say quietly, her voice raw and breathy. 

“No need for it, baby.” His arms tightened around her chest and stomach, and Mason pressed a tender kiss to the side of her head. “I wasn’t really mad.”

“I know.” She giggled at that, “I know how you like when I get like that.” 

“Fuck, what’s not to love? Gettin’ ta fuck you like that… makes my whole damn week.” 

Makes my whole damn life.

Her hands wrapped around herself, her fingertips following his movement and rubbing over the back of his hand as he drew patterns over her full stomach. 

“Me too.” 

Sole moved her hips a bit as she settled into the mattress, the motion shifting his cock inside her, and causing them both to gasp. She felt his member give an enthusiastic jerk within her. 

“So... You gonna pull out anytime soon?” Sole asked cheekily, her voice tired, but still playful.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” Mason's hands continued their slow movement over her skin, still clammy with sweat from their heated romp, but he couldn't care less. “In fact, think I might just have s’more to give ya.” 

“I can see that.” She chuckled at him, half exasperation, and half anticipation, as her hips began to grind back against him. “Well, alpha… don’t hold back.” 

Mason scoffed at that.