Every time your lover had been intimate with you, she always had to remind herself of her strength, to ease up with her steady grips and to treat you like the delicate being you were.
But now, with your head between her thighs and her plam digging into your hair, she's finding it harder than ever to restrain herself.
Really, who could blame her? She thinks you've never looked more beautiful than you do now, sweat dripping down the sides of your flushed face and eyes lidded as you try your best to look up at her, desperate to see her fall apart by your hand. Well, just your mouth. She rocks your head back and forth, basically riding your face as she adjusts you until your tongue hits just the right spot inside of her.
She's enjoying this, truly she is, but she's already feeling that urge deep in her chest for more, to do more. This is one of the few times youve managed to catch her off guard and get her on the receiving end, and while she's happy to let you please yourself by pleasing her, she craves nothing more than to get her hand son you to bring you both to a release at the same time.
Her attempts at moving you towards the bed are futile, your knees digging into the floor below you and your hands digging into the flesh of her hips. She hears the faint sound of your voice, muffled by her thighs and the desperate slurping of your mouth in her cunt.
"Stop moving, 'm not finished."
"I wanna taste you. Let me put you on the bed, please?"
Damn it, now you've reduced her to whining. She'll likely be embarrassed about it later, but when you slowly drag your tongue up from her hole to switl around her clit she cant find it in herself to care.
So, she just has to take a drastic measure.
In the span of what cant be more than twenty seconds she's tugging you by the hair off of her cunt, a lewd pop! the only warning you get a change in her movement before she's reaching down and lifting you up, but she doesn't stop at resting you on her midsection so you're face to face, instead leaving you breathless and impossibly aroused when she somehow manages to turn you upside down, like its as easy as flipping a coin.
She urges you back to your ministrations quickly, knowing that you'll only have a short amount of time until you start to feel too light-headed to continue. She spreads her thighs apart a little wider to help you, hurrying to bring her own mouth down to your center and start to devour you.
You manage to get past the shock of the new position and the flood of arousal you feel at being reminded just how strong she is, and start to eat her out yourself, driving your tongue in and out of her hole and around her clit to try and hurry and bring her to a release, already feeling yours coming at a rapid pace.
The only thing you can hear are the wet sounds of licking and slurping of your mouths and the deep groans from her chest, the noises traveling into your cunt and bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
You finally come when her nails dig into your sides, and she harshly bites into the fat of your thigh as she feels your body shake and tremble in her arms, your hands feeble trying to keep their grip on her thighs as you moan and scream into her pussy until she's following you into an extreme release, planting her feet into the ground so she doesnt collapse.
By the time her orgasm dies down, your body is limp in her arms, fingers gently tapping at her legs to try and signal for her to set you down. With all the grace in the world, she steps forward to lay you down on the soft sheets of your bed, taking a moment to observe the beauty of your tired and sweaty body before laying down beside you.
"That was... unexpected." Your voice is soft, weary from moaning, and the slight headache forming after being hung upside down.
Her head turns to yours, eyes wide in distress. "Was I... was it too rough? Are you alright?"
You laugh, breathless and happy as you roll over to press a warm kiss to her lips.
cw: smut, pussy eating, fingering, bush huffing, mean price, mechanic price, freak reader, inferred as inexperienced reader (as a treat!)
thank u as always to the cloisters for cheering this series on and yapping away about butches to me. here’s the fourth & final piece of the butch love letters quadrilogy
you huffed and puffed as you paced back and forth in front of the smoking open bonnet of your shitheap car.
you were cursing your friend for convincing you to get the cutesy car over the scuffed up ford you’d seen on the secondhand marketplace the same day. that tin can wouldn’t have broken down on you unexpectedly like this; stuck in the middle of nowhere as the sun set with no reception to call triple a or even your dad for a bit of engine advice.
you’d opened the hood as soon as you’d pulled over but you had no clue what was wrong with it, just that it probably shouldn’t be smoking or hissing like that. you’d tried to take a look at the canister that was spitting bubbles at the cap but had forgotten the golden rule of Don’t Touch, Hot after you’d been driving. your fingers still ached a little from the burn.
one hand on your hip, you held your phone up with the other like it would help at all as you tried to call for help again. the hazard lights from your car were starting to become brighter than the natural light and the streetlights were dim and far apart, not offering much in lieu of the setting sun.
you really didn’t want to be stranded there for the night.
you’d ignored the cars that had passed earlier when you’d first pulled over, not expecting to need an extra hand when your paid-for car support would be arriving presumably swiftly after you called. and then when you’d realised it wouldn’t be so easy, you’d hoped that simply letting your car cool off a little would fix the issue enough to get you further down the road at least.
you’d sat behind the wheel once more and felt your stomach drop when the engine rolled; a mean, dry grinding noise coming from it instead of the usual purr.
you’d tried once more before pulling your keys free and glueing yourself back to your phone as your last hope. you knew there was no way you’d be able to walk for help, especially not with how long you’d waited and how dark it was quickly becoming.
short of a miracle, you’d be stuck there until someone passed by in the morning and could maybe tow your little fiat to the nearest garage.
the rumble of a bike had your spiralling thoughts stopping in their tracks and your head snapping up towards the road. you felt your eyes widen as the rider pulled over, stopping a little ways behind you.
they climbed off the impressive bike easily, thick thighs nudging it to stay in place as they nudged the kickstand in place, and removed their helmet.
you wondered for a moment if you’d managed to hallucinate the woman stood before you - a miracle after all - with her close cropped hair glittering with greys spattered throughout. you stared shamelessly at the clustering of them at the shaved sides, but wondered at the way the low light caught the peppering of them through the messy, longer trim on the top.
“what’s the problem?” the woman asked, her voice firm but light.
you swallowed thickly and dragged your eyes down to her face, not that it was a difficult task to look at her. she was gorgeous and you felt your knees knock as you watched her come closer.
her sarcastically cocked eyebrow reminded you that you’d not yet answered her and you cleared your throat before shyly shrugging.
“it just started smoking so i pulled over. couldn’t tell where it was coming from but the engine won’t start,” you said and stepped out of the way so she could have a look. her lips thinned as she carefully dug around inside. you felt the need to fill the sudden silence and stepped back to her side, your hip pressed to the car but still giving her enough space so you weren’t touching. “it had been hissing for a while before.”
“hissing?” she asked as she looked up at you, her hands veering towards the left at your confirmation.
“mhmm. for maybe the last mile or two,” you said sheepishly.
“you kept driving?” she asked with a tinge of judgment. you folded your arms in front of you as you felt the look wash over you.
“no lights came on the dash,” you said a little feebly.
she blinked slowly, as though processing what you’d said before turning back to the car.
you had the distinct feeling that she thought you were an idiot. you dug your fingers into your arms as you watched uselessly. maybe you were.
“y’radiators gotten too hot with no water, cracked the water tank. it’s no wonder the engine wouldn’t start, y’wont be able to drive it ‘til it’s fixed, could set the engine on fire,” she said as she pointed out the things she was talking about. she stood back up straight and turned to you as your heart sank.
“fuck,” you swore heartily and clenched your eyes shut. that sounded expensive.
“i know a local garage that can sort it for you, decent rates,” she offered, her voice a touch softer than it had been so far. “i can give you a lift too.”
you opened your eyes just in time to watch her nod to her bike and start walking.
“oh, i don’t know if i should leave my car here…”
“we’ll call up a service to collect it as soon as we’re in range, won’t get any signal out here,” she said and pulled out a spare helmet from the back of her bike as if it was already decided, you were just late to the game. she pulled her own on with practised ease and held out the other towards you with a tilt of the head.
you darted back to your car and grabbed your bag before turning off the hazards, locking the door and finally joining her. you introduced yourself and waited for her to do the same.
“you can call me price,” she said brusquely, not returning your smile.
not the friendly introduction you’d been hoping for, but you were grateful for a name to put to the face all the same.
price didn’t hesitate before pushing the helmet onto your head, knocking your chin up with her finger in order to clip the strap in place. you stood frozen as she straddled her bike, lost for a moment at the unexpected touch and not seeing the impatient nod of her head to the space behind her.
“haven’t got all night, love. are you getting on or not?” price snapped, eyes flinty as they stared you down beneath the open visor.
“right, yes, sorry,” you stuttered, scrambling to her side. you paused at the height of the bike, the length of your summer dress not allowing for much movement before you’d inevitably flash your saviour; but at the memory of her sharp look, you tried to balance yourself and quickly lift your leg over the seat.
you were conscious of your size and weight behind her as soon as your arse hit the leather, shuffling back to give her room. you ran hot at the best of times and you couldn’t imagine she’d like a heater pressed along her back for the ride ahead given how testy she’d been already.
balancing behind her without clinging on was tricky however, with your toes just scraping the ground to keep you in place. even with your grip on her jacket at her waist you didn’t feel particularly sturdy.
you saw more than heard her sigh as her shoulders lifted then dropped in front of you and then suddenly her strong hands were on your thick thighs as she tugged you forward, slotting you so you were cradling her hips flush against your own.
“you need to hold on tight,” she said plainly and tugged your arms around her sturdy middle, tightening your grip further with a scoff when you automatically loosened it once she’d let go. you clenched your hands together above her belt and finally it seemed you’d done something right as she set off, kicking the stand up and revving, checking the empty road as she pulled out.
your dress fluttered in the wind; never mind flashing her as you’d climbed on, you would definitely be giving her a show now if she had the mind to look down and back at you. but you were too busy to fuss with the flighty material, instead concentrating on staying attached as she took corners sharply, dipping and weaving and tilting the bike so you’d have to clench your legs tighter and tighter against hers.
every time your knees felt like they could touch the asphalt, you hid your face in her back as best you could with the bulky helmet hindering your way, but you could still feel the way her shoulders shook with a laugh. you were inclined to pretend it was just the rumble of the engine, but you were more than aware of the difference in vibrations at your core and although both had you squirming, you knew they weren’t one and the same.
the ride was short - a blessing and a curse - and soon you were pulling up to a garage; lights turned off and clearly closed for the evening.
you felt disappointment bloom as you stumbled off the bike but price didn’t let it linger. unlocking the garage door and pressing a button on the attached fob to send the shutter lifting. she pushed her bike inside and you followed without needing to be told.
you stood near the entrance as you watched her walk around, clearly familiar with the workshop. you let your gaze drift, taking in the few cars parked inside the sprawling space, hoods down and doors presumably locked while they weren’t being worked on, tools packed away at their stations not necessarily neatly but clearly with care.
a hand on your lower back had you jumping and you turned to see price at your side, ushering you further in until you were sat on a tall stool next to a workbench.
you noticed as she walked away that she’d taken off her jacket and your eyes caught on a tattoo on the outside of her bicep, a labrys. simple in its design, and clear in its message.
you tried not to stare too hard, but your eyes kept snapping back to trace the lines that made up the two headed axe, especially as she moved and her bicep bulged. your throat felt suspiciously dry all of a sudden.
you played with the little orange carabiner attached to your bag strap, your keys jingling softly in the silence of the garage.
price was at the other side of the room, head leant against her raised shoulder to keep her phone in place as she spoke into the receiver and wrote something down at the same time. you saw her frown and roll her eyes and bit your lip, heat pooling below your gut. you watched as she said something indistinct before hanging up and calling a new number.
you felt yourself grow fidgety and sat on your hands to keep yourself still, the solid wood seat sobering with how unforgiving it was against the back of your hands as your palms and fingers gripped the underside of your sweaty thighs.
price laughed across the room and you tuned back in to her conversation. “l
“sure, i owe you one nik. see you in a few then,” she said and hung up her phone, slipping it into a pocket. she turned to you and her lips twitched when she found you already watching her. “found someone that’s going to tow it tonight, just need to wait here to lock it inside safe and sound before the lads can work on it in the morning. shouldn’t be more than a couple of hours before he turns up.”
“amazing, thank you,” you said, gratefully smiling at her. you swallowed and gathered what confidence you had before speaking, putting on your best flirty tone, “i don’t know how to repay you for all of this.”
price paused for a moment and watched you closely, seeming to look for something in your face to decide how she’d respond even as amusement danced in her eyes.
“i’m going to check over a few cars, make sure they haven’t been getting lazy with the work here while i’ve been away,” she said finally, ignoring your clumsy almost-proposition. you scrunched your face in annoyance and regret once she’d walked off towards the key cabinet facing away from you, wanting to bury your face in your hands as it flushed hot in embarrassment but realising they’d gone a little numb when you slipped one out from beneath you.
you could still feel it as you curled your fingers, but it was almost distant, secondary.
an idea came to the forefront of your mind. you peeked up at price as she bent over the open hood of a stranger’s car, checking the notes one of her coworkers had left from the day before and you were suddenly flooded with a deep yearning. tumultuous and red hot, it stirred between your legs as you remembered price’s firm hold on your thighs and wrists and the feeling of her settled between your legs as she laughed and ordered you around.
you breathed in shakily and let your tingling hand rest on your knee, trailing it up the sensitive skin of your inner thigh slowly as you kept your eyes on price. the last thing you needed was her catching you even if the touches could be considered innocent so far.
watching to make sure she didn’t suddenly turn around to catch you also mean you could see the shift of her muscles and weight beneath her vest; a sight you’d never say no to and one that only caused your breath to hitch as you continued the trail to the hem of your dress.
you stopped and bit your lip, unsure if you wanted to continue. it wasn’t like you’d be able to get yourself off in the middle of the garage so it would only further frustrate you and the possibility of getting caught and having to awkwardly face price the next day to get your car back after it was fixed was mortifying enough to still your trembling fingers.
“looks like you’re not the only one with a cracked water tank,” price spoke up from her spot in front of the car. her hands were on her hips before she dragged one over her short hair, scratching at the freshly shaved base of her neck. “i’ll check to see if we have a few in stock, might make it a quicker fix for you if johnny already ordered some in for this one.”
you nodded even though she didn’t look at you and you pulled your other hand out from beneath your arse. your right hand hand gained its feeling back so you dropped it in your lap; the left however was fighting pins and needles as you ran it over your stomach to your chest, squeezing lightly at your breast as shame and excitement and lust flooded through your system like lightning. your eyes slipped closed for a second and even though it felt nothing like price’s confident, sturdy grip from earlier, you couldn’t help but picture it to be her as you grazed your thumb over your nipple with a firmer pressure.
“we’ve got a spare one in stock, so we just need to double check it’ll fit, but otherwise it should be good to go tomorrow unless something else comes up when gaz checks it over.” price’s voice jolted you out of your reverie too soon, having not heard her re-enter the room, and your hand flew down to join your other in your lap, your elbow smacking back harshly against the worktop and echoing in the large empty area.
price raised her eyebrows at you, her jaw falling slack for a moment, as she watched you try to hide your deep wince of pain. a second later she started to walk over to you.
her pale blue eyes were piercing as she kept eye contact with you. “you alright?”
“yep, fine. totally ok. uhm, why?” you tried to play it off casually, landing so far from nonchalant it had price’s worry slipping off her face.
her smirk grew. “y’just smacked your elbow so hard i could hear the bone rattle.”
“oh, sorry?” you apologised uselessly.
“no need, love,” she dismissed your apology quickly, eyes still lasered in on you. “it’s just… you’re looking a little hot and bothered.”
the mean tilt to her smirk didn’t help and you felt yourself fluster and sweat anew under her pinning gaze.
she took a step closer, reaching one hand out to skim across the bare skin of your leg, unknowingly tracing the same path your hand had before. your legs turned to jelly beneath her touch in a way they didn’t under your own and seemed to naturally fall open at the slightest pressure as she urged you to make room for her to step between them.
her fingers’ path stopped at the hem of your dress before she started to bunch it up, letting the material gather at her knuckles as the tips of her finger disappeared beneath while she revealed more soft skin to her greedy gaze.
“were y’committing the view to memory for when you get home and can get your hands on whatever little toy gets you off quickest?” she asked rhetorically, her tone light but words pointed as she watched for your reaction.
you bit back a gasp.
“i can give you what you want,” she offered, voice sweet and soft once more. enticing. “what you need. you don’t have to squeeze your thighs tight for a little relief as you watch me work.”
you flushed hot at the reveal that she’d noticed you all along and shivered as her fluttering touch continued its agonisingly slow path, diverting up to your hips and away from your drooling pussy at the last second. you whimpered.
“would you like that?”
you nodded eagerly, eyes hooded and mouth panting as you watched her hands at their stand still, your panties revealed with your dress hiked up so far, taut where it was caught beneath your arse. you lifted your head to stare at her chest in front of you and then looked up into her flinty eyes, nodding again dumbly. price tutted and you felt your clit throb.
“gotta hear the words, love.”
you flushed hot, head to toe, and mumbled a shy, “i’d like that.”
“mm what was that?” she asked, cocking her head and running her hands, palm flat, back down your legs to your knees, squeezing.
“i want you to touch me,” you said louder, bashful but growing desperate. “please?” you added belatedly.
“‘please’? so polite, love. bet you always get what you want speaking like that, looking like this.”
your eyes had begun to water, glistening as frustration and need overwhelmed you; you shook your head looking up at her.
“never— never done anything like this,” you admitted.
price laughed, tickled by your answer.
“oh, you don’t fuck your mechanic usually?” she asked, pretending to be shocked. “he must not be doing a good enough job on your little kia.”
you hummed, pitchy and unconvincing, eyes growing shifty and giving away that you meant you didn’t do any of it in general. that you weren’t exactly practiced. and price picked up on that immediately.
“oh.” she smiled meanly. “that’s not it, is it? no, i bet he’s floundering for your attention, but you’re just too nervous to give him what he wants, ey? don’t want your first time to be in a dirty garage, in the back seat of some other prick’s car while your mechanic fumbles around in your knickers.”
she’d bent down low to run her lips along your neck, kissing along your neck and leaving a delciate wet trail as she kitten licked across your racing pulse. you gasped when you felt her fingers finally trail over your cunt, the thin material of your panties barely hindering the electric feel of her touch before she pulled at the band and let it snap back against your skin.
“but i think getting dirty is part of the appeal for a girl like you, pretty as you are. you want to be manhandled and marked and ruined,” she whispered hotly, her breath tickling your neck. “nahh, must be that you’re just not interested in what’s been on offer before, hm?”
“he’s nice enough,” you admitted, clinging onto price’s shoulders, “but…”
“—but he’s not what you want,” she finished for you, raising her head from your neck to kiss along your cheek and hovering over your lips. “none of them are, are they? you want something else entirely.”
you leant forward to close the gap, hoping to finally get a taste of her but she pulled back. you chased her lips until she was stood back up straight, looming over you as embarrassment flooded through you again, but pleasantly.
“bet you’ve never been touched before; never had this pretty pussy licked open, spat on.” you felt your chest heave as she spoke bluntly, looking down at you, her hips began to subtly grind against yours. “have you ever even cum on someone else’s fingers?”
“i have,” you huffed at her assessment of you, but she only laughed at your petulant tone.
“no, you haven’t,” she insisted to further wind you up. “bet you’ve not even kissed another woman.”
your breath stuttered as she focused on your lips, licking her own.
“i want to kiss you,” you said bravely.
“that’s all you had to say.”
she dipped low, hands on the worktop either side of you, and licked her way past your gasping lips. you felt overwhelmed and fully explored as the tip of her tongue flicked at yours, saliva building in your mouth as you moaned wantonly and soaked up her quiet grunts in return. she tugged you up onto your feet and in between wet kisses and tight squeezes to your soft hips she led you towards her office in the back.
you made it to her desk with minimal tripping and no bumps on your way despite not having detached to see the way there. instead you’d clung on and trusted she wouldn’t lead you into a wall or car accidentally as she hurriedly felt up your sides to your breasts.
she encouraged you to sit on the edge of the desk and plucked at one of your nipples through the thin dress with a teasing grin.
“feel better than your own hand?” she asked and dropped to her knees before you could answer.
with rough movements price hiked up your dress to reveal your panties and leant forward without hesitation to latch on to your clit through the thin cotton, eager to get you squealing.
she laughed at the restless twitch of your hips in her hands and turned her head to snicker into the fold of your thigh and groin.
“you’re more fun than i thought a virgin would be,” she goaded, eyes heavy as they gazed up at you. you fell for the bait, scoffing down at her with a pout once more as your hand rose to her short hair and yanked what your could grasp to lead her back towards your drooling cunt. you winced when her teeth clashed against your core as she grinned into your panties, endlessly amused by your brash urges hidden behind a forced shy politeness.
price reached up and tugged the material aside to lick a broad stripe up your slit, humming low at your taste and the building slick that had been steadily leaking since she’d first frowned down at you in condescension in front of your car.
“needy an’ desperate,” she huffed before focusing back on task, kitten licking at your clit as you gasped and whined. it felt like you were on fire and you couldn’t help but push up onto her tongue with jerky little thrusts when she dipped low to your hole, desperate for her to keep berating and humiliating you.
she pulled back with a wet suck and a gasp, pushing two fingers into you with no resistance as she caught her breath and licked your arousal off her lips.
she stared up at you as you shook on her fingers, practically doing all the work as you rode her hand until she decided the pace wasn’t good enough and picked up where she’d let you take over.
“fucking hell,” she whispered and nipped at the fat of your thigh. you clenched down on her fingers with a groan.
“please, please, please,” you begged airily. price smiled as she looked you over, head to toe, before nodding benevolently and dipping down to lavish your clit with attention once more.
you felt your orgasm begin to peak and wave over you with a loud, unashamed moan as she curled her fingers just right inside you, the awkward angle of her wrist doing nothing to slow her down as she prolonged your pleasure until you slumped back. spent and exhausted.
“better than your own hand?” she asked cheekily once more and you nodded dazedly.
“uh huh,” you said, remembering she liked verbal answers, and lifted a tired thumbs up at her.
she snorted and took a hold of it, pulling you up just enough to get your hand down the front of her open jeans and into her own soaked underwear.
you moaned as she guided you to slip inside and you clenched your thighs around her as if it was your own pleasure as you slowly sunk in deep. price groaned low and long, curling over you and humping against the heel of your hand where it pressed against her clit.
you weren’t as confident or practiced in your movements from this angle but you did you best to pull out those dazed moans and hitched breaths from price when you moved your fingers and your palm a certain way, repeating until you got the reaction you wanted oh so desperately from her.
price was panting into your neck after a few minutes, the skin between you clammy and you echoed her moans back to her without thought.
“w-warm, so tight,” you stuttered into her ear as you felt her clench around your fingers, nearing her own orgasm as slick ran down past the webbing of your fingers.
your enthusiasm turned price on like nothing else and she shuddered at the next prod and rub of your fingers deep inside of her.
“fucking hell, love,” she swore breathlessly, a grin tugging at her lips as she pulled back to look at your fucked our expression. “got you pussy drunk in under ten minutes and we’ve not even fucked yet. that’s a record even f’me.”
you crooked your fingers and felt a deep satisfaction when price’s jaw dropped on a silent moan, eyelashes fluttering down at you.
you watched her in awe; the way her crows feet became pronounced as her eyes squinted and her brows pulled in in pleasure, the shape of her pretty parted lips as she trembled in your hands.
“i wanna taste,” you blurted out, voice cracking with how dry your throat had become.
you struggled to free your hand and push price back a step as she grumbled, but you got enough space to hop down off the desk and drop to your knees in front of her. you yanked at her jeans without fanfare, wiggled the waistband and her underwear down to her knees before going wide-eyed at the sight of her thick bush.
feeling the soft curls against your fingers was one thing…
you leant in with abandon and pressed your nose in tight, huffing open-mouthed against her mound. soaking in the sweat, slick scent of her and moaning weakly into the damp curls.
“jesus fucking christ.” price tipped her head back and silently thanked whoever was listening for the enthusiastic little freak she had at her feet. she didn’t deserve you, but she wasn’t going to pass up this golden opportunity either.
your hot breath had her thighs twitching where you rested your hands over her pants to keep her still, but her patience ran thin.
“get to it then, love.”
you flicked your eyes up to look at her and she rested one hand on the back of your head, controlling and reassuring.
you started with little kitten licks, needing coaxing ever so into loosening your restraint despite the reckless way you’d just face planted her pussy moments prior. a firm hand or a sharp word would have you set right, you knew, so you continued as you were, trying to remember what you’d liked and copying it.
price didnt wait to see if you’d warm up on your own and used her other hand to tug at your jaw, prising your mouth open further and encouraging your tongue to wag out.
“tongue,” she ordered brusquely before grinding against your face. you got with the program and pointed your tongue so it slipped inside easier, gripping onto price’s arse and thighs as she rode you with little concern for your breathing.
you sucked and hummed against her, lapping at what you could reach when she adjusted her angle before continuing to use you. your nose pressed tight to her mound and caught on her clit on every other thrust up until price was moaning into the air above you, her orgasm quickly rising.
she pulled back and held you away with one hand while the other gave a few hard flicks to her clit. she got off with a broken moan, looking at your wet, messy face; arguably more fucked out than her own. her eyes caught on the hand you’d dropped to finger at your clenching hole again and she groaned, low and amused. fond.
with a breathless laugh, she tugged up her waistband back to her hips but left the jeans unzipped. she pushed her boot between your spread knees, beneath your hips and pushed down on your shoulders until you were resting over the tilted toe of her boot.
you were quick to get the idea and pulled your fingers free, thrusting to catch your clit against the unforgiving material until you came a second time, leaving a thick shine along her shoe when she pulled it back.
you panted against her hip, forehead resting against her just above her open waistband as you caught your breath with a giddy smile. you nibbled and sucked at her stomach as she pet the back of your head.
“don’t usually let girls mark me,” she said softly under her breath as she watched you. she rubbed at one of the the budding red marks you’d left near her zipper. “but I’m quite fond of you after that little performance. might keep ya.”
Feeling real fluffy today, here you go. Tooth rotting fluff, I don't care about canon, I care about hugs. Companions Fallout 3, NV and 4
TW: tooth rotting fluff.
Cuddles with fallout characters
They/them. Sfw. May be a bit out of character at times. Some platonic some Romanic.
Fallout 3
Butch
He will absolutely tease Lone about it, he doesn't seem to be type of person to cuddle.
Probably doesn't know how to react, just look at his parents, they don't look like very affectionate people, he most likley thinks that hugs are for week, emotional people and that he's too cool for that.
If Lone and Butch get into relationship, he may open up about this sort of stuff. And he turns out to be a big cuddler (only in privacy). But this would take crazy long time to pull off.
After that he's definitely very touchy and talkative, will tease Lone about their looks and their sexy sexy body parts.
Charon
Lone is doing 'die like Ahzrukhal' achievement.
He is not into that shit, before he knows lone and after they become friends/partners/idk whatever you want it to be.
Best he can do is stare at Lone like child at disabled person in bus or give them akward pat on shoulder.
If they both are laying down and Lone scoots towards Charon, he might rest his hand on their hips/waist on good day. On bad he'll just groan like old man and ignore lone.
Honestly thinking about it again, he might just do anything that Lone wants since he got this whole brainwash training arc going on and lone has the contract, but I assume y'all care about consent.
Jericho
Anyone even cares about that guy??
Honestly will anyone read that part and go 'omg my favourite guy I must read yay' or skip and slide down to fallout NV to read about vulpes and arcade?
He smells like sweat, unwashed body, leather and alcohol. He has unshaven face, Lone will definitely feel those short annyoing hairs poking them!!
I rarely make different headcanon for male/female s/o but it's relevant rn. If lone looks feminine, he will make nasty comments once approached, if they look masculine he will call them the slur.
Random funfact, writing stuff on phone while my hands are shaking is very hard, each person that makes fun of my typos will be executed on 23rd April 2074 at 21:37 GMT+1 timezone.
Fallout New Vegas
Raul
I don't know chat this might go two ways
Courier might remind him of past relationships and people he once knew. That might push him away from any closer touches or affections. But this simmilarly may also make him more attached and more open about stuff? You pick
If hugged he might crack a joke or two; he's a ghoul, those poor, old bones might break if Courier squeezes too hard...
But he probably doesn't care, you want hug? Here's your hug! Might be very akward about cuddles in bed though, not his cup of tea.
Arcade
Idk much about this dude, last time I played this game was years ago tbh.
Y'all might think that he's shy, small spoon, but I think that he would enjoy both.
Gentle and sweet. If Courier hugs him unexpectedly, Arcade might flood them with questions. Are you feeling alright? Did something happened?
Very understanding and might experiment with positions, that's why I believe that he wants to try being small and bug spoon during cuddles. But his favourite position is when he half his, back resting on pillows, one arm wrapped around s/o that's asleep and second holding his favourite book to read before he goes to sleep too. Bonus points if s/o's limbs are wrapped around Arcade's body
Definitely wraps blanket afound himself and Courier. Also imagine cuddling up to arcade while he reads a book, all cozy and calm.
He might be the best pick on the list.
Vulpes
Fuckass
Legion leaning male courier ig
Just like in real ancient Rome. They hate women so much they rather be gay.
He will NEVER do anything that resembles even enjoying Couriers company in public. Those two got to be miles away from any legion camp for him to even hold s/o's hand.
He's cold in bed most likley, thinking that he should focus on mission, on future of legion rather than on quick pleasures. Stiff like log too, bro is not doing the first move. Also his hands are litterally cold, no warmth in his body.
Lanius
Big spoon vibe, he enjoys having controll over their movement, seeing more than they do. I feel like he likes long hair, anything he can pull on or play with.
Why is he here? I don't know.
I just really like thinking about him sometimes
If Courier attempts to approach him they will die.
Never played Legion leaning Courier, I'm going off the vibes and two spicy fanfics I read about that guy two years ago.
He definitely has soft body, when muscle tissue is relaxed, it's soft. And this guy is an absolute muscular beast. I can't imagine how much his weapon and armour weights.
And here is where the 'out of character' warning will be useful, everything about Lanius under this sentence might cause few of you to cringe; I feel like s/o could with ease use him as warm mattress, I imagine him as very big (height and width) man, can lift many weights.
Let's just imagine that somehow someway he actually likes someone. Wooaaaah! Simmilarly to vulpes he won't show his feelings in public, best s/o can get is walking next to him, occasionally brushing their hand against his.
In bed? In privacy? His hands are everywhere. On hips, around their torso. He is volac, mostly huffs and loud exhales. Always big spoon, nuh uh you don't get to see his face oh no no you silly thing.
Let's courier sit on his lap? Idk?
Ulysses
Yapper
Perfect if courier likes to lisen to radio/podcasts while sleeping. Pleasant background noise.
He will ramble and mumble about society and humanity and how hopeless it is and how nothing matters (Start writing poetry dude)
Play with his hair, please touch him.
Lay on his stomach and give him complements while he laments about his fursonas
Benny
Pre kidnapped Benny or after?
Bro defo changes his perspective on courier if they rescue him. But I know that not all fanfic enjoyers put their s/o in role of courier, some of y'all like random not related O/C's me too tbh. Sooo...
He enjoys spoiling his s/o with money and expensive items, maybe because it makes him feel like this big strong man?
He doesn't mind showing them around, let public know that he has such gorgeous creature around. That includes arms wrapped around their waist, kisses, holding them close on his laps.
So it's easy to assume that he would enjoy cuddles, makes him feel like king of the world, loved and lucky king.
Rip all content that didn't make it into the game. So much stuff never made it into game. We could have companion Benny and Ulysses.
Fallout 4
Hancock
Hell yeah. He is definitely type of guy to just go along with anything Sole wants. Sole doesn't like touch? Fine he won't touch them. Sole is huge cuddle bug? He is more than happy to indulge. (Woah consent I'm shaken)
I feel like he is touchy guy himself, can't stop nuzzling into Sole's neck, complementing how nice they make him feel
Absolute worshipper, hands everywhere, playing with their hair, skin, studying their body like there's about to be exam.
Nick
Well I'll be damned.
Is his body cold? I wonder if his body can get progressively warmer when he's during difficult tasks, just like my phone know, I cannot hold it for long it burns my hand.
Doesn't seem like cuddly guy, but he will let Sole get all snuggly in bed, probably will chuckle and call them some sweet yet outdated name.
Does he sleep? Recharge? Creepy stares at sole while they sleep?
X-8
Was it x-6? Maybe 7? I don't remember I honestly have to replay those games gee.
If sole enjoys hugging hold human sided bricks he is perfect guy.
Will question, judge and report to institute.
Please don't do that, he might start developing actual feelings first time in his life.
Gage
I imagine this guy falling asleep on edge of bed as far away as possible from Sole, then awakening on top of them glued to their body
He smells, he's just less rude Jericho (only cuz sole is his boss), with nicer voice and personality and actual brain.
Another one of those guys who take way toom long time to show Sole some affection. He won't do that in public tho, you two have intimidating reputation to hold!
During calm afternoons he will wrap his arm around Sole's shoulders or put his hand on their thigh.
In bed he enjoys being the big spoon, secretly loves how Sole smells like and it makes him feel warm that they trust him, like really really trust him.
First thing I wrote in 2 years, so be aware it might be horrible and worst thing your eyes seen, I'm sorry about that I'm going to sleep now kisses
you're obsessed with her. the way her short hair curls at the tips. the way her long, thick hands grasps at a steering wheel or her controller. the way her deep voice slides through the air and wraps around your throat, pulling you closer and deeper under her spell. the way her muscles flex under her shirt—oh, the possibilities. every time she speaks to you, you can't help but let your eyes wander to those strong, protecting arms.
you love her, you want to be with her. but you're too afraid to ask her to be yours and yours alone.
she's obsessed with you. the way her hands easily dwarf yours. the way your eyes shimmer when excited, lights dancing in your pupils like beacons. the way she towers over you, and if she had her way, she'd be resting her chin on your soft head every chance she'd get. the way you laugh, the way you huff when you don't get your way, the way you let out little whimpers of frustration—oh, the possibilities. every time you talk, she can't help but imagine what noises you'd make if she pulled you close to her.
she loves you, she wants to be with you. but she's too afraid to ask you to be hers and hers alone.
maybe one day, one of you will give in to your unspoken desires and stake a claim on the other. Until then, you'll glare at every person who even looks in her direction, and she'll scowl at anyone who thinks they deserve your attention.
A/n: many annons asked me to do nsfw headcanons for the Mewgenics characters and I couldn't pass on this occasion to do my very first nsfw alphabet series. Enjoy <3
Warnings: +18 (obviously), is actually pretty vanilla, but it's a start
A. Aftercare- what they're like after sex
Butch will zone out rubbing circles on your back. Don't ask him to get up or help you clean because he won't. Might fall asleep with his arm over you so you will have to wiggle out from under him to go start a bath.
After a power nap Butch will join you to clean up (and for a second round)
B. Body part- their favorite of theirs/their partner's
His: face - Butch considers himself to be very handsome
Your's: also face - Butch loves all the expressions you make from that focused one you have during battles to the blissed out one when you two fuck
C. Cum- anything to do with cum
Loves creampies (is all i will say)
D. Dirty secret- a dirty secret of theirs
You two just started dating and Butch heard you through the pipe... moaning his name... and tried to match the pumping of his first to the rhythm of your moans.
E. Experience- how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?
Had a few flings before, but nothing serious or long term
F. Favorite position
Reverse cowgirl with doggy a close second
G. Goofy- are they more serious in the moment, are they humorous, etc.
Might crack one of his stupid jokes, but overall Butch is pretty intense
H. Hair- how groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.
Full bush (sorry...)
I. Intimacy- how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.
Butch doesn't make love... he fucks. You will have to teach him the romantic aspect of sex
J. Jack off- masturbation headcanon
He used to jack off 2-3 times a week, but since you two started dating he doesn't feel the need anymore
K. Kink- one or more of their kinks
Butch is a switch. He indulges into degradation and praising (on him and on you), edging and voyeurism
L. Location- favorite place to do the do
His place, but if the situation calls for it he can do it "behind that dumpster over there"
M. Motivation- what turns them on, gets them going?
Watching you fight, talking tactics, getting heated during arguments
If you surprise him by wearing nothing but a black leather harness
N. No- something they wouldn't do, turn-offs
Threesomes, cuckolding and anything else that involves sharing you with someone else
O. Oral- preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.
Prefers receiving
P. Pace- are they fast and rough, slow and sensual, etc.
Fast and rough. His ego inflates when he sees you knees shaking after.
Q. Quickie- their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.
Butch actually likes quickies.
As I said earlier he gets all hot and bothered watching you fight and can't wait to get home so the secluded alleyway has to do
R. Risk- are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?
His risk taking goes as far as public quickies and creampies.
S. Stamina- how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?
1-2 rounds
T. Toys- do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?
Butch doesn't own any toys. But if you have any (or want to buy some) he can learn how to use them on you
U. Unfair- how much they like to tease
Is extremely unfair. Will tease and embarass you both with flirting and during sex
V. Volume- how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.
Butch is more on the quiet side, might get some grunts from him. Prefers to make you scream.
W. Wild card- a random headcanon
Wants you to peg him, but will never propose it himself.
X. X-ray- let's see what's going on under those clothes
Pretty average, maybe a bit on the slimmer side
Y. Yearning- how high is their sex drive?
Pretty high. Expect to be dragged to the bedroom (or not wink wink) at least 2 times a day
Warnings: Smut ofc, Gentle and rough George, Maybe Z Nation spoilers. Stressed George. Butch George. She has a tongue piercing.
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·𖥸· Definitely a titty girl! They're like stress balls! And we all know how much stress George goes through especially because of the election and making sure the talkers and humans don’t fight :(( give her some boob!
·𖥸· REALLY good with her hands. She has to know how to kill Z’s. So of-fucking-course she knows how to use her hands.
·𖥸· The ONLY reason she got the tongue piercing was for you. Laying in between your legs, rubbing the piercing on your clit god it’s such a pretty sight.
“You got this baby… so fucking pretty.”
And maybe if she’s feeling mean, she’ll edge you while she eats the slick out.
“Poor thing. You can do it. Just a bit longer.”
·𖥸· She is not the type to hurt you. Only thing she’ll do is have her hand wrapped around your neck, maybe squeezing JUST a little. She doesn’t wanna hurt her baby :( She just wants to give them pleasure
·𖥸· Call her baby or daddy. She LOVES it. Especially if you're crying for release.
·𖥸· She once again. Loves being between your thighs. Pull her hair while trying to get her away from your overstimulated cunt. Spoiler alert she won’t let you. Because the moment you pull her hair. She’ll get you to your fifth orgasm of the night. She’s hungry. Leave her alone.
·𖥸· After care is taken VERY seriously with her. Kisses. Rubbing your stomach. Praising you. All of it.
“Did so good, baby. So proud of you.”
·𖥸· She praises you. So much. Good girl, beautiful, pretty, anything you can think of. Likes to also put your first name with her last name.
·𖥸· She likes watching you get off on your own. Watching you struggle.
“Yeah, look at how pretty you are. I bet you could get those fingers deeper. You gonna cum?”
Before you can release. She stops you. Putting her head between your legs, hands kneading your boobs, as she gets her fill of cum. Maybe causing two more orgasms while she’s at it.
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Authors Note:
Hiiii thankfully you all enjoyed this! I tried looking for some stuff on her on Wattpad, tumbler, all of it and couldn’t find what I was looking for :( this is my first ever smut post so please be patient with me. I wanna thank my friend for helping me with the Headcannons! Remember to request! Check my fandoms in my pinned post! And read the rules. For now, Star out.
butch deloria x fem!reader
like 1.8k words or smth
they be dry humping idk
lissen a diff take on butch where he likes the wanderer, like he’s down bad, and is also a virgin. idk what else to tell ya, if it’s not your cup of tea when it comes to butch, then that’s okay!
also sry for shitty ending, i, uhh, didn’t know what to do w it! also can you tell i haven’t played the game in 84 yrs. and this might not get notes and i am a-okay w that! i just wanted to write for butchie boy
rough hands drag down your sides, lips mapping out a path downward, his breath washing shakily over your skin. it’s not his intention for his touch to be so rough, but the world you live in now is not kind, butch had to learn quickly when he left the vault, and it left him with more than enough scars.
a soft, almost imperceptible sound leaves your lips, and butch’s eyes snap open. (when had he closed them?) his gaze drifts upwards, locking onto your face. those soft, soft, soft lips of yours are parted, head rolled to the side, eyes glassy as you stare down at him.
his hands settle on your hips, long fingers sinking into your flesh, adjusting you slightly on the old, worn out bed.
you’re warm. impossibly so. it has butch’s eyes slipping closed once more, lips pressing against your lower stomach to hear that sweet sound again. goosebumps rise along your flesh, a noise catches in butch’s throat when he feels sudden movement, then your fingers threading through his hair.
he’s not sure if you’ve done this, but the farthest he’s gotten since being out in the wasteland is having his dick sucked by a traveler passing through. butch didn’t get a chance to do much with her, truly he tried, but he was clumsy. and she was looking for a good, experienced time before taking her leave. at least he wasn’t left high and dry.
he never thought he’d see you again if he’s being honest. let alone join you on your mission and as someone you trusted.
despite how he treated you growing up in the vault, you still helped him when his mother was in danger and continued to speak to him when you returned. and now—now here you are, laid out on your bed in your house in megaton, partially undressed beneath him, making the softest, most addicting noises he’s ever heard, and he’s hardly done anything.
his fingers slip under the edges of your panties, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your skin, tracing the crease of your thighs while he places kisses to your covered mound. he notes the way your hips twitch, the way you try to arch into his touches, certain ones making your thighs tense.
pulling back slightly, he meets your gaze again, his breath hitching when you press your hand flat to your stomach, fingers spreading wide. when your hand starts to shift downwards, he notices the wet patch on your panties. it makes him freeze for a moment, mouth dropping slightly, tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips.
out of instinct to see more, his fingers bunch the fabric of your panties up and pull upwards, a groan tearing from his lips right as a choked moan slips from your mouth. the material clings to your lower lips, outlining your pussy. butch’s eyes zero in on the sight. he wants to see more, wants to see you soaked completely until he can see you through your panties.
butch talked big game before the two of you ended up in your bed, stating if you wanted to get closer, all you had to do was ask, but here, now—he wishes he did more with that traveler, wishes she would’ve been kind enough to show him the ropes. because all he wants to do is make you feel good, and he’s not sure he can do that when you have him a complete and utter mess on the inside seeing you laid out beneath him.
“i—” he swallows thickly, ready to speak, to say maybe the two of you had one too many to drink and shouldn’t do this.
“butch.”
his eyes dart from your slowly moving hand to your face, eyes searching yours. the expression you’re wearing is unreadable, eyes hooded as you watch him, and his fingers twist harder into the grip he still has on your panties, causing you to arch your hips up, seeking out friction.
“butch.” a gasp this time, your free hand darting out, reaching for him. reluctantly, he releases you, forearms bracketing your head, letting you tangle your fingers in his once styled hair, tugging on the strands to pull him into a series of deep kisses. he groans into the kiss, hands cupping your face, tilting your head back, his hips move on auto, jerking forward against your cunt, the rough material of his pants harsh on your pussy causing you to whimper.
there’s something about still being partially clothed while you’re in nothing but your panties that sets him off. his hips rock against yours, a moan forced from between your lips with every thrust. the hand between your bodies grips his hip to snake its way into the back of his pants, squeezing his ass while he ruts into you.
his cock is throbbing, leaking heavily, making a mess of his underwear. you’re being a tease beneath him, rolling your hips up as best you can to feel the drag of him against your cunt. if he listens closely, he swears he can hear the wet, slick sounds of your bodies meeting.
suddenly, you’re gripping his other hip, legs splaying open to allow him more space to grind against you. butch feels like he’ll explode if he doesn’t get to feel you soon. but at the same time, having you like this feels so raw and primal. the two of you, too impatient to properly undress, your hand sneaking toward the front of his pants, urging the fly open to feel his length through the thin material of his underwear.
the wet patch staining his underwear is growing larger the longer this goes on. his tip is drooling pre down his shaft, the milky substance bleeding through the fabric to smear along your own undergarments, mixing with your arousal, turning them completely see-through. with every roll of his hips, his cock drags along your clit, and butch can feel your knees draw up around him, trembling as he brings you close to the edge.
there’s no time for him to register that he’s pulled away from your mouth before his lips are dragging across your cheek, and smearing across your throat, kisses pressed hot into the flesh while he lets go of your face with one hand, reaching between where you’re connected to pull his underwear down far enough just to free his aching length.
the next thrust forward has him swearing out, wet, sticky hand returning to your face to bring your lips back together. the glide of his heavy, sensitive, bare cock against your barely clothed cunt has him nearly bursting right then and there. then your next words make him throb even harder, lips parting into a deep groan, cockhead catching and pushing against your entrance.
“n-need you to cum, butch,” you pant into his mouth, hands gripping his ass, and smoothing up and down his back before finally coming to settle over his shoulders, desperate to meet his thrusts, but the sheer force of him drives you into the bed with each punishing roll.
“yeah, doll?” his voice is hoarse, a sound he doesn’t recognize when your lips are centimeters apart, and this time through your heavy breathing, he can hear the slick, sloppy squelching of your bodies meeting, sliding over one another, as you seek out release in each other.
“y-yes, please.” you writhe beneath him, the broken whine that slips out from between your lips finally does him in, that last thread of his sanity snapping. he’s tried to keep things grounded and stay in control, but the way you feel beneath him, so perfect, arching up into him, desperately trying to help him reach his peak—-
it’s all too much, the slick, wet slide of your bodies together, the obscene sounds, the way your skin feels against his. it makes him feel like he’s being swallowed whole by you. your legs lock around his waist tighter, and in turn, he presses more of his weight into you.
any sense of being gentle gets thrown out the window the moment he feels that heaviness in his guts, his pace turns brutal, the friction hitting a point that tips him over. a groan, heavy and ragged tears through his chest, his cock throbs and pulses against your pussy, shot after shot of cum decorating your panties and between your clothed folds.
a full on shudder rolls through him, his eyes rolling so hard they begin to ache, vision doubling as you come back into view beneath him. harsh breaths wash over your cheek, lips sliding across the skin. burying his face into the dip of your neck, his arms wrap tight around your midsection, hips taking on a brutal pace as he draws out his release, tip catching on your clit, listening to the mewls and gasps escaping your lips.
butch is experiencing a state of bliss no drug or alcohol can ever compare to. he’s touched himself countless times, and as mentioned before, had that experience with the traveler, but nothing compares to what he’s feeling now. it feels like he’s weightless, floating in the air as euphoria floods his veins. next thing he knows, his lips are parting, tongue dragging across your pulse, teeth sinking into the skin, only to feel you lock up beneath him, your own release causing your legs to shake.
“b-butch,” you whimper, panting heavily enough that it causes him slight concern. his hips slow to a gentle roll, dragging along your cunt one final time before coming to a complete stop, a reluctant noise leaving butch as he leans up to get a look at your face.
“you okay?”
he was never one that could comfort others, but he doesn’t want to see you upset. especially because of him. but what he sees when he looks at you isn’t fear, or hurt. it’s lust, and something else. something else he can’t quite put a name to, and something he’s not sure he’s ready to explore yet. because if you’re looking at him like this, then how is he looking at you?
he doesn’t get to dwell on his thoughts long when you pull him in for a kiss, hands brushing through his hair softly. then you pull back, lips parting a fraction before he’s diving back in once more, returning your mouth’s gentle embrace. butch lets a hand travel down your side, squeezing at your flesh softly, swallowing down the sweet sounds you make.
there’s no telling what this’ll do to your relationship, he can only hope for the best possible outcome. he doesn’t think he wants to head back to his spot in rivet city any time soon.
