☢️ GFI's Kinktober 2025: Day Twelve ☢️
🔸Sensory Deprivation with Hadrian🔸
Pairing: Hadrian x GN!Reader
Word Count: 2,973
Warnings: 18+, bondage, blindfold use, sensory deprivation, foot kink, spit, biting/marking.
Notes: I said this man sucks toes and I meant it, damn it.
The Aces theater was an increasingly hot spot ever since you'd brought in all the new talent. Thanks to the efforts of yourself and Tommy Torini, the one-eyed manager, the place had really begun to boom with patrons in recent weeks, previously empty seats filled with people eager to see all the new acts. Improvements were being made to the space to accommodate all the traffic. Bold names lined the marquee that lit up the Strip. It was all quite exciting...though not as exciting as your new relationship was.
Hadrian had charisma. That was the number one thing that drew you to him, his ability to jab and joke at people easily while never taking things too far. You'd been rather interested in the suit-wearing ghoul from the moment you'd met him at the Atomic Wrangler, and it hadn't taken long for him to express interest in you once his employment had relocated to the Aces. Things had been quick to develop from there.
You greeted Tommy, who you found standing outside the theater doors. He was engaged in conversation with a member of the Chairmen that you didn't recognize, so you kept your pleasantry to a wave. He and Hadrian had become fast friends in the past few months; Tommy could take it just as well as he could give it, so the two men got along great.
Winding through the empty chairs and tables, you passed behind the curtain to the backstage area where your companion would often be found working away on new material. Instead, you found him spread out on the carpet, surrounded by unidentifiable objects he'd seemingly pulled from a big steamer trunk that sat in front of him.
"What are you doing?" you asked, tossing yourself down onto the floor beside him.
"Just digging through this old trunk of magician's props they dug out of the back-back. They're tossing out a bunch of the old pre-War junk that's just takin' up space."
You glanced around, not especially impressed.
"You know, I used to really like doing magic when I was a kid." he said reminiscently.
"...and then you realized your true calling was insulting people?" you teased.
The stuff on the ground wasn't all there was to be seen. It all sort of seemed like junk to you, but you didn't know much about magic. There were all sorts of cups of different shapes and sizes, silvery rings as big around as your hand, moldy packages of flash paper, balls of all kinds; plastic ping pong balls that bounced a few feet into the air, inflatable ones, red foam ones that you could collapse into nothing in your hand. There were also an unsettling number of silk scarves.
"Oho, take a look at this." Hadrian laughed, holding up a small plastic container that seemed to contain fake...finger tips? Thumbs?
"What could those possibly be for?" you demanded.
He fiddled with one for a moment before pulling a pocket knife from his discarded jacket, unfolding it carefully before pretending to fumble and slice off the end of his digit. The little plastic nub, which looked absolutely nothing like his rad-warped skin, flew a few feet across the floor and skittered to a halt.
You blew a raspberry and gave him a thumbs down.
"Ah, boo." he said, rolling his eyes with equal zest. "Save some room for joy in your heart, cynic."
There was a quick grin shared between you.
"To give you some credit." you said as you picked the thing up from the stained carpet. "If you did it from about a hundred feet away, it might be believable. It doesn't look real even in the slightest."
Lazily, you studied it in the light. To be fair to Hadrian, it didn't look much like a non-ghoul thumb, either, even with all the blemishes and wear of age. You did a bit of digging into the musty old trunk yourself, tossing things aside until you came across something of interest.
Whatever the old ropes had been dyed with had held shockingly fast, considering the last time they'd been handled was likely over two hundred years ago. The bright scarlet almost seemed to glow in the half-light of the empty theater, the threads silky and shiny.
"Don't get any ideas." you chastised, reading the mischievous glint in his eyes as he took the thing from your hand.
"Too late." he replied, slipping the fist-sized bundle into his pocket.
Later, after you'd had some time to clean up and feed yourself, get a drink from the bar, you made an appearance at his door upstairs. The rope was still on your mind.
"Missed you." he said when he opened the door.
"Oh, shut up." you rolled your eyes sarcastically before launching yourself at him.
His suite at the Tops was pretty nice, albeit a bit smaller than similar rooms you'd seen before. Hadrian didn't seem to mind in the slightest, saying he'd practically slept in a shoe box during his time with the Garretts. That didn't shock you, but you were also rather enamored by his ability to take things like that in stride.
You'd discovered rather early on that he was meticulous about his personal space, clean and organized. A place for everything and everything in its place. But he was also prone to collecting, she shelves strewn with books and knick-knacks. It gave his room a strange comfortability, always ready to welcome you. You certainly felt welcome with his tongue in your mouth, his hands already eagerly exploring you and tugging at your clothes. It didn't take long for you to start yanking him into the corner where the bed was.
"Wait." Hadrian said.
He snatched the familiar bundle of red from the top of his dresser and waved it at you.
"I promise the binds aren't necessary." you japed, sitting naked on the mattress. "I'm not planning to run off, Mister Scary Ghoul."
The comic flashed you a predatory smile, gone as fast as you could blink.
"Oh, I promise you they are." he retorted, sliding into the spot beside you. "Even if you didn't like to wriggle all over the bed, they're gonna look so sexy on you." Like you, he was already completely naked, and his bare hip pressed snug up against yours as he leaned against you affectionately.
You'd been a bit surprised when he'd so freely stripped down in front of you the first time you'd gotten intimate. Most ghouls were rather protective of their bodies, you'd thought, whether it be out of a kind of self-preservation or plain old shame.
"Never understood it." he'd told you. "You see my face, I'm pretty sure you can extrapolate what the rest looks like. Don't think anyone's expecting a model from the neck down when they fuck a ghoul."
And he was right, you hadn't necessarily chosen to be with him for his looks...but you didn't find him physically unattractive. He had high, elegant cheekbones, a strong jaw, and hauntingly blue eyes that stuck in your mind when you'd first met. The ghoulification had made the minor amount of bulk he had under the suit extra efficient, so he was even stronger than he looked.
The pause you'd given after his comment must've been a hair too long, because he continued, but with a slightly more guilty tone.
"...unless you really don't want to." he said, studying your face.
You leaned back on your palms, spreading your arms a bit, and cocked your head.
"Well, I'd hate to be accused of being no fun again." you smirked.
His rather heated gaze was especially tender for a moment.
"Lay down." he instructed, jerking his chin up towards the pillows. You could feel his eyes burning into your ass as you crawled up the bed and settled yourself in the center.
The ropes were just as silky as their appearance made them seem, gliding smoothly across your skin as he meticulously guided the length around your arm, then between your wrist and the slotted head of the bed. Both of you worked together to position your arms comfortably, and soon you were tethered in place.
"Well? Give 'em a yank for me." he said, eyes running up and down the length of your naked body as he stood over you.
You gave your confines a few tugs before giving him a crooked thumbs up. He chuckled.
"I took one more thing out of the box." he confessed suddenly.
"Oh?" you asked, intrigued.
Nodding, he wandered over to where his discarded suit pants laid across the back of a chair and dug through the pocket. After a second, he produced something familiar: a long, dark length of silk.
"You think I should trust you enough to let you tie me up and blindfold me, old man?" you giggled.
"I mean, I'd like you to." he winked, and you laughed again.
"Awfully big show of trust." you said in feigned seriousness. "I suppose I'll allow it."
He smiled at your agreement, but he didn't move to put the thing on.
"Hmm." he hummed, as if in thought.
"What?"
"Pretty sure you're supposed to have a safe word of some kind when you do stuff like this. We should pick one just to, you know, be safe." he said, waving the shimmering silk to and fro.
"How about 'stop'?"
"Nah, I think it's supposed to be something silly or real distinct." he said, shaking his head.
"...abracadabra?" you offered.
There was a moment of belly laughter from both of you, his rugged palm caressed your thigh affectionately.
"Maybe something a little shorter." he said.
"How about 'red'?"
"Mm." he rumbled, sitting down beside you and leaning down to kiss along your exposed collarbone. You shivered. "I think that'll work."
Hadrian was extra careful, almost reverent, as he tied the dark sash around your eyes, securing it with a knot or two. Swaying your head to and fro, you tested their steadfastness.
"How's it feel?" he asked, tone gruffer than it had been a minute prior.
"Good." you nodded. "Don't think it's going anywhere."
As you spoke, you lifted your eyes toward where the lamp should have been. Though there was a very minor glow, you couldn't make out anything in any real detail.
"That's good." he murmured, head back down against your chest, letting his tongue peek out to taste your skin. Maneuvering himself over you, he dipped his face into the crook of your neck and teased there, goosebumps rising along your arms as his breath tickled against the shell of your ear. Slowly, he made his way down the front of your body, mouth sealed to you the whole time. He teased at your nipples as he passed them by, lingering for only a moment at each perked-up bud. The darkness being the only thing you could see amplified each sensation tenfold, leaving you already squirming against the ropes.
He kissed his way down your leg, over your knee and across the flat bone of your shin, nipping at the skin of your ankle with his teeth. The rough skin around his mouth tickled across the top of your foot, and you let out a titter.
When you'd started dating the struggling stand-up, you had anticipated that he'd have a few sexual eccentricities. There was just something about him that seemed to suggest that he'd been around the way a few times, and he had a certain honesty to him that meant he was very comfortable with himself and what he liked. Since you'd always had a certain level of painful hyper-awareness about yourself, it was a welcome change.
The fact that he really liked your feet had still shocked you when you found out.
He'd always been prone to complimenting your legs, all parts of them, but you'd sort of always assumed that it was an extension of how much he seemed to like your ass. However, you'd been mistaken. Though he hadn't revealed it right out of the gate, it didn't take him too long to start making jokes about sucking your toes. Eventually, he just sort of went for it.
"Ah!" you gasped in shock as his lips brush across your twitching digits. His only response was a dark chuckle. You could feel the wetness of his tongue teasing at them, and the light sensations shot down the inside of your thigh straight to your groin. It was humiliating—you'd only let him start doing it to make him happy, and eventually he'd managed to trick you into genuinely enjoy it somehow. When the wriggling, wet muscle slipped into the sensitive notch between your second and third toes, a ticklish spot he'd discovered early on, you genuinely moaned.
"Good." he praised, though his tone was so low and quiet that it almost made it seem like he was talking to himself.
As if to reward you, the hand that wasn't holding your extended leg up crept down your other thigh, massaging at the soft expanse of muscle as they did. Quickly, he found the spot between your legs that made you respond the best and teased at it, hand steady as he continued to suck at your toes. Jolting, your knees twitched as if to close, but the position he had you in made it impossible. Instead, he used what felt like an elbow to spread your thighs wider, fingers teasing around your entrance.
A moment later, you felt his fingers resting right under your chin.
"Spit." he said, and you cautiously obeyed, tilting your head forward so the glob that passed your lips wouldn't dribble embarrassingly down your chin.
Without another word, his touch returned to where it had been, working with even more fervor between your thighs. When he'd built you up into a whimpering mess a few minutes later, he slipped those fingers inside you—one, then another. The sudden intrusion made you gasp, but your hips tilted towards him nonetheless.
"Oh baby, that feels good." you breathed, fucking yourself on his slick digits.
His only response was to sink a third finger into you, stretching you even more. You groaned sharply, back arching as much as it was able. Tears rimmed your eyes and were wicked away by the fabric when you blinked.
"You're so sexy like this." he said, teeth skimming your inner sole and making you shudder. You could feel a tight knot beginning to form in your core, and you wanted to cling to him to keep him right where he was.
"Just like that, just like that." you chanted, a prayer to keep his hands doing exactly what they were doing for just a bit longer. You felt like you could snap in half from the tension.
When he pulled your first few toes back into his mouth, the ticklish shock of the wet warmth was enough to push you into a writhing, groaning finish, his touch continuing with gusto until you begged him to let up. Even then, he only wrapped your leg around his hip, folding back down over you and covering your face and lips with kisses. He was so eager, you only felt him for a second as he moved into position, his cock pressing all the way into you in one move.
"Fuck me." he groaned, overwhelmed by the sensation. His hips were quick to resume the same pace his fingers had taken, leaving your head spinning as you were given no time to transition from the overpowering pleasure of your orgasm into this new, also intense feeling.
Hadrian's lips were back to tracing that long path up and down your body, dancing from the exposed skin of your throat to your nipples, as low down as he could reach and then back again. His teeth nipped and scraped and made you whimper at the feeling of their edge. At points, he paused to seal his lips around your flesh, drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard enough to leave a visible bruise, proof that he'd been there. By the time his thrusts started to lose their even tempo, your whole torso was covered in throbbing hickeys and bite bruises.
"God, you're gonna make me cum already." he growled in frustration, giving a few sharp, punishing pushes against you and slapping at what little bit of your side ass he could reach, making you yelp.
Even though you wanted to dig your nails into his back, your favorite way to inflict a little pain on him when he was at his peak, you didn't have the reach, leaving your hands balling into tense fists as he really faltered. More and more of his weight came down onto you as he slowed, eventually sheathing himself fully inside you for a second too long before withdrawing and spurting hot cum onto the bruised expanse of your torso, moaning your name.
Collapsing dramatically, you felt his hot face press into your middle as he reclined, exhausted, on top of you. Both of your breathing was heavy, slowing returning to baseline. You head lolled lazily against the pillow. After a minute or two, Hadrian reached up carefully and tugged the blindfold up over your forehead.
"There you are." you said, blinking hard as you readjusted to the light in the room.
"There you are." he repeated, running an affectionate glance along your cheek.
You smiled. There was another beat of comfortable silence.
"Alright." you sighed, stretching your overexerted muscles as much as you could. "I think you have some knots to untie."
He grinned wolfishly at that, his touch dancing along the trail of hickeys he'd left along your skin. His tone had that roughness to it again when he spoke.
"Bold of you to assume I'm finished with you."
