How Fallout Characters Like to be Touched...(Fallout Show Request)
Pairing: Maximus x Reader (fluff), Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Reader (fluff), Norm x Reader (fluff)
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Maximus
- Since the brotherhood found him in the crater that was once his home, Max has mostly known touch when it comes at him violently, something he needs to defend himself against. So when you let your fingers gently land against his skin, slowly and patiently letting him open up to you, it's almost enough to make him fall to pieces then and there. The way you give him time to prepare for every slight graze, testing the waters before you shuffle your body closer, it makes him feel safer than he could have imagined possible.
- Touching Max has to go slowly; his holding his hand eventually moves to a gentle hug that he can feel himself struggling to accept for fear of repercussions for letting his guard down. Then you can let your hand cradle the back of his neck as he starts to melt against you, realising this feeling is worth anything that may follow it. And finally when your lips land against his, he almost collapses against you, so overwhelmed by the strength of his own feelings that he almost forgets that he ever wasn't kissing you. He thinks nothing of kissing you in the middle of the brotherhood base, so euphoric at the sensation that nothing else even registers for him, dopey smile spreading across his cheeks every time he pulls away from your lips.
- He craves your touch from that first moment he starts to relax against it, searching you out for a quiet moment of contact any chance he gets, feeling more like the man he wants to be when he's in your arms. He hopes his strong hands firmly grasping at your waist give you the same feeling of support, pulling you tightly against his broad chest until he's certain you can feel the way his heart is only beating for you.
Cooper Howard/The Ghoul:
- In his new decaying form, Cooper shies away from your touch for as long as his willpower will allow. He can see the way you look at him like he's still the man he was before the bombs hit, like nothing has changed in the centuries he's spent wandering alone, like he still deserves to be treated with kindness and love even though he's sure that isn't true. He wants to accept every hand you extend towards him as you two navigate this new, terrifying world together, but some part of him thinks the moment you feel his twisted flesh against yours that the spell will be broken and you'll suddenly see him for exactly the kind of creature he has become.
- Until one day he comes a little too close to losing you and when slowly rise to your feet after what feels like a lifetime he can't help but throw his arms around you, pulling you in and letting his cheek rest against yours, the warmth of your soft skin making him feel like he can somehow still blush. All his fears melt away when you nuzzle your face more deeply against him, letting him cradle your injured form until you both reluctantly accept that you can't dwell in that spot any longer.
- With that invisible barrier crossed and your gaze towards The Ghoul still warm and forgiving, Cooper finds himself initiating far more affections. When you two are exploring alone, the hand not resting on his rifle will inevitably find yours, grip firm as if daring the world to try and part you. And when it's time to make camp he finds himself laying beside you without asking, letting your fingertips trace shapes across his skin until your eyes flicker shut and he can hold you through the night. Cooper knows what it is to be in love, and he knows that this time he's never going to let you out of his sight, or his grasp.
Norm Maclean:
- Given the limited options for fraternising in the bunker, Norm grew up without experiencing the slow growth of affections that he noticed others were lucky enough to find. So when he finally has you in his life, he can't help but want to make up for lost time and feel your hands against his touch-starved skin. He doesn't know how to initiate any of this with you, but he's not afraid to try, being the first to place a hand on yours in a quiet night, even if he can't bring himself to look at you until he feels you squeeze your palm against his.
- His smaller stature means Norm is often underestimated, so he doesn't want you to handle him like some delicate, fragile thing. He likes feeling you lay your weight on him, or pull him tightly into your arms, no matter where his head reaches on your form. When you sit near him, he wants to find the seat closest to yours and let his thigh press firmly against you, a physical reminder that whatever you two are doing, you're facing it together.
- Norm doesn't want to leave anything unsaid in the way he feels towards your touch, so when he starts to think that you might feel the same, then he'll be the one to kiss you first, waiting until he can steal you away from prying eyes for a moment alone and pressing his lips firmly against yours until he starts to feel the undeniable curve of a smile form against them. He might not be the most outgoing when it comes to public displays of affection, but when it's just the two of you he'll make sure he's always touching you in some way, your company becoming the safe haven and home he always knew the vault couldn't provide.
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Author’s Note: In honor of Russell Crowe's birthday (happy birthday, baby :D), I'm posting one of my Maximus fics. It's one that I wrote awhile back as part of the AU I created for Stalking Tiger, and it's a favorite of mine. Major thanks always to @streets-in-paradise, who always encourages my writing so kindly, and for all of you who are still around even though I never get to post here anymore! Russell and Maximus are always #1 in this girl's heart, even when I'm not screeching it from the rooftops of Tumblr. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy, and as always thanks for making this blog a wonderful place where I get to share my love for Maximus :D
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“What is this?” the Spaniard asks you, carefully turning your wrist over.
He’s on his knees at your feet while you are perched on the edge of his bed. He had begun with the simple process of kissing his way down your body, which is his usual way, but his eye has been caught by a strange mark on the inside of your wrist.
You feel the unwelcome sensation of embarrassment and discomfort coming over you. He’s cradling your wrist in his strong hands, delicately tracing the raised red mark there, but you vainly try to tug your hand away from him.
“It is nothing,” you tell him with a feigned smile. “An irritation of the skin, nothing more.”
He raises his eyes to yours, concern and puzzlement clouding his gaze. His blue eyes are so sincere, so beguiling, that your heart skips a beat. You have no desire to lie to him, but you do not want him to know the truth either.
You still remember the night you got that mark. The red-hot branding iron, the cruel hands holding you down, the scent of burned flesh in your nostrils. A shiver runs up your spine at the memory.
He notices your shiver, gently presses his fingers around your arm to keep you from pulling it away. You relent immediately, your gaze falling to look at your slender wrist cradled between his large hands.
He carefully turns your wrist over again, one fingertip tracing the raised marks with all the tenderness he shows you every night.
“I have never seen it before,” he remarks quietly, still focused on your mark.
You shrug slightly, feigning casualness. “It has only become inflamed the last few days,” you reply truthfully. “The heat always irritates it.”
He lifts his eyes to yours, studying your face for any tells of concealment, and he must not believe what he sees there. His brow furrows, and he looks down to study your mark even more closely.
You are content to sit quietly with him, his thick forearms resting against your knees, his body heat beginning to spread to your chilled bones. Seeing him on his knees before you is still unfamiliar, but you enjoy the peaceful surrender he offers you so freely.
A moment later, he raises his head again, and you can see the sorrow, the pain in his beautiful blue eyes this time. He knows the truth.
“This is a brand,” he whispers. He rubs his thumb over your inflamed skin, soothing it immediately.
All you can do is nod and drop your gaze, unwilling to look at the pain in his eyes. More than anything, you despise him seeing any vestiges of the life you are forced to live beyond his cell walls. He has to bear enough suffering without remembering that you are forced into a different man’s bed every night, that you are mere chattel property to your slave master.
He still studies your face with intensity, fingers stroking your wrist absently. “Who did this?” he breathes, his voice deep and hushed in the scant inches between your faces.
You press your lips together and shake your head dismissively. “It is nothing,” you try to say, but he shakes his head sharply.
“Is this some nobleman’s seal?” he demands, thunder glowering on his brows. “Did someone try to mark you as his private property?”
You shake your head again, feeling the sharp bite of tears behind your eyelids. “No,” you promise him, your voice breaking. “It was not a client.”
Realization dawns in his eyes a moment later. “Antoninus,” he mutters with a curse, and the rage and hatred in his gaze is almost enough to make you pity your cruel master.
His grip on your wrist tightens just barely, and you lift your other hand to press against his for support. You meet his gaze more firmly now, scooting a bit closer to him on the edge of the bed.
“Do not trouble yourself about it, my love,” you say softly, stroking his knuckles with your fingertips. “It happened long ago. It is not worth your anger.”
He just presses his lips together, rubs his thumb absently over your inflamed skin. “Your pain is always worth my anger,” he replies, his voice low and dangerous.
You are ready to forget this conversation, anxious to feel his body against yours and lose yourself in the depths of his lips. He was igniting heat in your body just a moment before, but now your skin grows cold in the small cell, goosebumps and shivers traveling over your skin.
But he is not finished. He gazes at your branding mark, transfixed and horrified. “It is not enough that he must sell your body and take away your freedom,” he mutters angrily. “He must also leave scars on you. Brand you like a piece of livestock.”
You manage a wry laugh to cover the choking emotion in your throat. “It serves its purpose,” you tell him. “Anyone who sees it knows who I belong to. And if I ever try to run away, this brand will make it easier for him to hunt me down.”
His jaw twitches, the tight muscles in his face betraying his anger at seeing yet another way that Antoninus has abused you.
Then he does something that utterly steals your breath. Still kneeling before you, looking up at you from between your knees, the Spaniard takes your wrist in his strong hands, cradles it close to his mouth, and presses the gentlest of kisses against the thin skin of your inner wrist.
Heat burns in your body at the soft touch, the gentle movement of his lips against your sensitive skin. His fingertips hold you in place but stroke your skin with intentional tenderness, and he lets his lips linger on your wrist for a moment.
Memory of the pain from the night you were branded flashes into your brain. How you screamed and cried at the terrible pain, how it ached for weeks afterward. How it still burns like fire every time you remember it.
And the shame. The shame of knowing that the ugly mark on your wrist is permanent, tying you to the horrid man who owns you.
But what matter they now, the burns on your body and soul? Your sweet love is on his knees before you, his lips brushing the veins of your inner wrist with the softness of a feather. Your heart warms, and affection washes over you for the way this man has taken all the terrible things in your past and turned them to sweetness.
“I would kill him for all he has done to you,” he murmurs against your skin. “I cannot stand the thought of you bearing his mark on your skin for the rest of your life. I cannot bear the thought that he does whatever he wishes with you, forces you to earn him money against your will.”
You close your eyes and melt into the pleasurable sensation of his kisses to your inflamed branding mark. “Just as I cannot bear the thought of your master forcing you into the arena every day.”
“No.” He lays his cheek against your delicate inner wrist, his face warm against the rapidly-pulsing blood in your arm. “It is not the same.”
“Yes, it is,” you insist, tucking your fingers under his chin to make him look up at you.
Blue eyes, framed by dark eyelashes. The moonlight streams through his tiny window, catching his eyes and dancing in the gaze that tells you I love you, I would die for you, I would give anything to keep you safe.
“No,” he repeats, tilting his head slightly so that his cheek nuzzles your hand on his face. “My master uses me for my natural fighting skills, my strength. I have a chance to win the crowd and gain popularity and favor with the people. I can earn my way out of this place.” His eyes darken and soften at the same time. “You have no such opportunity.”
You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, then lean forward to rest your forehead against his. He reacts immediately, one hand reaching up to grip the back of your neck with such tenderness, such sorrowful fondness.
“I do not face swords and lances and chariots,” you argue with nothing but softness in your voice. “I do not fight wild beasts and assassins. I do not try to survive in an arena filled with people who scream for blood.”
Your lover sighs, his warm breath fanning across your face. Being so close to him is the only peace you ever know, and all you want to do is gather him close in your arms, breathe into his neck and feel him do the same thing in return.
“They could have my blood,” he whispers, tilting his chin up so he can delicately kiss your cheek. “I would die if it meant you could be free.”
“No,” you whisper immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck quickly to pull him close. He does not hesitate, but shifts forward on his knees to wrap his arms around your waist.
“No,” you whisper again, relishing the way his broad chest rises and falls with his breath against your stomach. “Do not even say such things.”
“I would,” he says simply.
You bury your face in his neck, press a gentle kiss there as one hand slides up to thread through his hair at the back of his neck in the place he likes.
“I do not want freedom,” you murmur into his throat, “if you are not there to share it with me.”
A gentle tremor runs through his body, and his fingertips tighten on your back. He feels tense, as though full to the brim with emotions he longs to untether. Even when you stroke his neck and plant a kiss to the top of his head, he does not relax.
“I would do anything to win your freedom,” he asserts, tilting his head so he can kiss your exposed collarbone. “My life means nothing so long as I can use it to keep you safe somehow.”
You know what he is thinking of — the law that says a gladiator must win the favor of the Emperor in order to be granted mercy. If the Spaniard does this, he can free himself and you. He has spoken of it often, and of the lengths to which he is willing to go to bargain for your freedom.
Tears flood your eyes at the thought. You know he would die for you in a heartbeat — less than a heartbeat — and the thought is so unbearable that you squeeze him even tighter, an embrace he returns enthusiastically.
“A life of freedom would be empty without you,” you murmur, tears choking your words.
His response is immediate. In one swift motion, your love pushes himself up and onto the bed beside you. With his arms firm around your waist, he pulls you down across his lap, pinned against his body.
Every nerve in your body thrums in response. You love nothing more than when he takes control, pulls you into a more comfortable position. His arms anchor you in place, cradling you tenderly while his lips find their usual place on the curve of your neck.
“We will not be parted,” he promises you, his voice deep and husky so close to your ear. “When we get our freedom, we will start our new life together.”
Tears flow freely down your cheeks now, and you wrap your arms tighter around his neck. The warmth of his body floods through yours, a deep pleasure that often stays with you long after you leave him at night.
“Yes,” you murmur through the tears. “Nothing will ever part us again.”
Your lover loosens his hold on you slightly, holding you apart from his body so he can look down into your eyes. His gaze is tender, soft, utterly admiring.
He smiles down at you, lifting one hand to swipe away the tears running in rivulets down your cheeks. “Tell me what you dream of,” he whispers, “when you think of our life together.”
Something about this moment — his adoring gaze, the intimate posturing, the way he kissed your brand mark so gently — stirs your emotions even further. You choke back a sob, one that he soothes with a comforting hand down your back.
He pulls you close again, nuzzling your neck gently in the silent moment. His beard scratches your skin in the most pleasant way, while your fingers trace the defined muscles of his arms, shoulders, and chest.
“We would live by the sea,” you whisper, finding your voice amid the sob in your throat. He pulls you a little tighter, nestles his face in the curve of your shoulder. “A small house in the cliffs. We would have a garden, raise livestock. We would walk by the sea every night.”
It’s a daydream you have indulged in so many times. Part of your heart tells you that it could never be true, but lying here in his arms, enveloped by his comforting scent and strong grip, any dream seems possible.
His lips find your pulse point, gently teasing your sensitive skin. “And so we shall,” he murmurs, lips brushing your skin in a way that makes you tremble. The shivers only make him draw you closer, so close you can feel every line of his body against yours.
“We would do just as we pleased,” you continue, caught up in the dream. “We would tend our crops and build up our land. We would never want for anything, and we would never fear anything.”
He grunts his agreement, dipping his head lower to explore your chest. With delicate fingers, he uses one hand to pull your shift open the rest of the way, and his lips make contact with one of the swells of your chest, right in a spot that makes you writhe in his arms.
You could fly, you could sing, you could ascend to the heavens when he touches you this way.
You’re burning for him, every inch of you needing him to close the last bit of distance between your bodies and give you what you know you are both craving. You can feel his own desire, the fervent intensity of his kisses on your chest.
Emotion catches in your throat again. What cruel fate conspired to give you this man, this perfect beloved man in your arms, only to constantly threaten you with the knowledge that he could be ripped away from you at any moment?
With his lips coaxing sighs and moans from you, his strong hands holding you fast, you pray that this moment might never end, that you might live forever in this bed, in his arms.
You can’t suppress a soft moan when his tongue does something particularly wicked. “And I would be your wife,” you gasp, “every day of the rest of my life. I would be content all my days if only to call you my husband.”
“Yes,” he growls, emotion jerking into his own voice. You’re clinging to him fiercely now, gripping his bare shoulders with all the intensity you can muster. His mouth travels lower, down your ribs, then to the softer flesh of your belly. He’s still cradling you close, shifting your position every time he kisses further down.
You press one hand to the back of his neck, encouraging him and anchoring yourself. “And I would bear your child,” you whisper, melting in pleasure at his gentle but inquisitive lips. “I would be so proud to be the mother of your children.”
Another thought you have indulged many times. The pride of bearing his children, of having all the world know that he has claimed you. The joy of raising children alongside him, seeing him be a father.
At this, the Spaniard nearly comes undone, and his grip on your waist surges with his heartbeat, thundering in his chest where he is pressed against your hips. He has nearly fallen onto his side now, both of you stretched out on his bed while he explores the full length of your body.
“I have imagined it so many times,” he confesses, his mouth open and hot against your waist. One of his hands moves to hold your hips in place, the other gripping your free hand where it clenches the blanket beside you. “Sharing a home, sharing my life with you. Making you my wife, making you the mother of my children.”
He seems to sense that you need him to be gentle tonight, and he is. A moment later, he has pushed himself up to realign with your body, supporting himself on one elbow while you get into the proper position beneath him.
He makes love to you slowly, gently, passionately, his hand gripping yours and his mouth resting on the curve of your neck. With every thrust, he whispers your name, tells you he loves you, and promises the life you will one day share.
And, oh, how you rise to meet him. How you effortlessly find his rhythm, plant your hand on his bare chest, and make love to him to the cadence of his steady heartbeat.
There is something about this particular position that drives him mad. He loves having you beneath him, having his body fully against yours, cradling you in his arms while you cling to him. He loves the sound of your labored breath, and the gentle strokes of your hands, and the way he can lean close and kiss you anywhere he pleases.
He’s nuzzling your neck, his tongue hot against the hollow of your throat, when you come undone for him. Without having to think, you grip his broad shoulders, wrap your legs tight around him. The soft moans he coaxes from you crescendo, sounds that he craves and glories in.
With those signs of your satisfaction — your sighs, your trembling, the way you cling to him so desperately — he pulls your body tight against his, reaching his own pleasure a few moments later.
Tears spill down your cheeks again, all in the simple joy of holding your love so close, feeling his body pulse with the pleasure only you bring him.
His sweet voice is sighing in your ear, gasping for breath while he comes down from his high. His broad hand strokes your side, gives your chest a gentle squeeze, rests on your hipbone as if anchoring himself.
Your hands trace patterns on his back, tenderly whispering to him while your tongue finds its words again. These moments are so intensely precious — immediately after you’ve taken your pleasure from each other, all either of you wants to do is cradle the other in your arms, stroke sensitive skin, and breathe in rhythm.
“I long to be yours,” you murmur breathlessly in his ear, dipping your head to kiss his neck, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. “I want to belong to you.”
The sound he makes comes from deep in his chest, rumbling against your breastbone. You know he is still recovering from his climax, and he rests his head in the curve of your neck, trying to catch his breath.
“I want you to mark me,” you whisper, suddenly longing for something that will tie you to him, replace the ugly brand seared into your wrist — the wrist that he kissed so tenderly earlier, the wrist that is now pressed against his dark hair.
He exhales a laugh, his breath fanning over your collarbone. “And how would you have me do that, my love?” he rasps.
His deep voice, always a bit different after he’s made love to you, stokes the fire in your stomach. He has shifted onto his side beside you, still holding you against his body with his face in your neck.
You smile in return, ducking your head shyly. You’ve never asked him for anything like this before, but you long for it in an inexpressible way.
“Choose a place on my body to mark,” you reply quietly, “anywhere you like. Give me something to replace my brand, even if it is not permanent.”
His body is still trembling, his hands shaking where they stroke up and down your back. His sweet touch is always gentler while he recovers from lovemaking.
“Will you not be punished for having a man’s mark on your body?” he inquires.
“Not if it is yours,” you tell him honestly. “What man would challenge the Spaniard for the right to mark me?”
When you lift your head slightly to meet his gaze, a mixture of emotions have clouded his eyes. You can see the sadness there, the longing to abolish any other man’s right to touch you again. You also see his earnest pride that you would ask for this, his pride that you long to be his, that you want his mark on your body for all to see.
His hands tighten on your waist, and the eager gleam in his eye tells you that he is willing to grant your request.
He helps you sit up on the bed, your body still trembling as much as his. While he sits up and leans back against the wall, you sit cross-legged between his legs, your back against his chest and his strong arm wrapped tight around your waist.
Somehow, the intimacy of this moment eclipses even your lovemaking. The trust, the closeness, the sheer physicality of letting him hold you, your bare body against his, makes you ache for him all over again.
He marks you on the neck, at the juncture of your shoulder, just a few inches from your spine. His lips are gentle but unyielding while he works your skin. You reach one hand to interlace with his where it presses firmly against your belly, squeezing his fingers for strength.
“Am I hurting you?” he asks cautiously, lips brushing your shoulder in the most delicious way.
You shudder, partly from his warm hand on your abdomen and partly from the sheer pleasure of having him mark you this way. “Not at all,” you promise him, and he continues.
Several blissful moments pass that way, with you melting in his strong arms, resting your head back against his broad shoulder. When he is satisfied with the dark mark he leaves on your skin, he presses a feather-light kiss to it.
“Now you are mine,” he whispers, his kisses trailing down your shoulder. “In a way that only you and I will know.”
That thought brings a smile to your lips while you rest in his arms. You have his mark, and no one can take it from you.
“I have always been yours,” you murmur, tilting your head back to kiss the underside of his jaw. He shivers at the contact. “From the moment I met you, I have been yours, body and soul.”
He wraps both arms more fully around you, and you can feel the deep breath he draws. “One day, I will make you my wife,” he swears, conviction ringing in his soft voice. “I will fight every day until I can claim you as mine.”
“Know that I already am.” You lift your hands to rest on his forearms, gripping the thick muscles there. His wrists flex and relax beneath your hands; he knows how you love holding him there.
“I know,” he agrees, dipping his head again to kiss your shoulder blade. “But one day I will claim you so that everyone will know who you belong to. You will never be in another man’s bed as long as I live.”
You squeeze his forearms, a mixture of joy and sorrow coursing through you. He lowers his head now, resting his forehead in the curve of your neck, weary and spent from the vigorous lovemaking.
You are exhausted, too, and eager to fall asleep in his arms for the next half-hour. But there is still one thing left for you to do.
“Now,” you declare, playfully nudging his chest with your shoulder, “it is my turn.”
He lifts his head, nuzzling your cheek with his face. You can feel his smile. “You intend to leave your mark on my body as well as my heart?”
Your own heart leaps at his sweet words, and you laugh with delight. “Not as you marked me,” you amend. “But I do want to give you something of mine.”
Carefully, you extricate yourself from his embrace, turning to face him. He’s still leaning back against the wall, and he rests his palms on your thighs where they lay across his now.
His gaze follows your hands, which you lift to fiddle with something in your hair. His eyes occasionally glance downward, sweeping in appreciation over your figure. While you work with both hands in your hair, he playfully traces his fingertips down your bare body.
The sensation coaxes a laugh and a gasp from you, and you teasingly swat his hand away so you can finish. His grin warms your heart in a way you could never put into words.
A moment later, you free your hands, your hair now tumbling free around your shoulders. He lifts his right hand reflexively to comb through your cascading hair, in the way he loves to do.
“This,” you tell him, “is for you.”
He lifts an eyebrow, his grin still softening his eyes and lighting up his face in the way you adore. “Your hair ribbon?” he asks curiously, mischief alighting in his eyes. “It is kind of you, my love, but I do not think my hair is long enough to be tied back.”
You laugh with him, easily and cheerily. Gentler, freer moments like these are what you live for.
“Hold out your hand,” you request with a smile, and he does so immediately, dropping the hand that has been buried in your long hair.
His wrist and forearm are thick, and your hair ribbon only wraps around it twice before you have to tuck it into a knot. He watches you with such admiration, such affection, as you tie your ribbon around his arm.
“There,” you murmur, tracing your fingers over the interlacing pattern. “Now you can bear me with you in the arena.”
Again, his eyes cloud with a mixture of shadow and light. He grips the back of your neck tenderly, leans you forward so that your forehead touches his.
“I bear you with me everywhere I go,” he whispers, “because you are ever in my heart.”
At that, you close the distance, entwining your arms around his neck while his lock around your bare waist. Once he has you securely pressed to his chest, he lays you down beside him, nestling you in his arms so you can both rest.
“I love you,” you whisper, your head tucked under his chin and your arm wrapped around his torso. “My life is yours, only yours, for the rest of my days.”
The Spaniard tenderly kisses your forehead, pulls you closer with an arm around your waist. His warmth pervades your skin, and his scent floods your senses. His heartbeat pounds steadily in his chest, where your other hand rests.
“And I am yours, my beloved,” he whispers, “until I seek you in the afterlife, and then for all eternity.”
The brand on your arm might as well have vanished, for now you bear the mark of your beloved on your skin, and he carries a symbol of your love on his own body. Though you are slaves with no way to truly belong to each other, the marking somehow makes your vows feel more permanent, more obvious to the outside world.
But at this moment, the outside world is utterly forgotten. Your love is in your arms, breathing steadily against you, and that is the sweetest pleasure on the face of the earth.
Could you please do a femme dom reader x emperor commodus fic ? :)
Eeee!! This was so much fun! <3 Thank you!
𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧: One shot
𐙚 Emperor Commodus x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+
Summary: You are the empress of Rome, married to the immature, Commodus. After an outburst, you chose to ignore his horny pleads.
Warnings/contains: fem dom, sub emperor, sub male, smut, oral (fem receiving), degradation, alcohol consumption, obsession, not proof read-- english is not my first language!
Word Count: 1.3k
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He paced the edge of the balcony, looking down at the distance between him and the stone path. “Bring her in.” The emperor spoke bitterly. The throne room doors were thrown open and a guard walked behind you.
The shackles around your wrists rattled as you walked, a leather gag between your teeth. Your dress flowed naturally with every step. You did not need to speak, the hatred for him cut through your gaze. You did not attempt to talk, that would only make him laugh. You were not here for his entertainment, regardless of his intentions.
“Come closer.” You stood straight, your two feet were planted on the tile. “Come here!” You shifted your eyes away from him and to the tanned guard who led you inside. A rather sly smile on your lips as your disregarded the man. “Bring her here, dammit!” The guard, now with pink blush over his cheeks and nose, pulled you closer to the emperor. Commodus grabbed you by your throat, pulling you close enough for your nose for touch his, “You will respect me in my palace. This is my empire, and I demand respect from every man, woman, and whore! Now, you will love me! You will love me, [Y/n]!” He gripped your neck tighter.
You laughed, a bit a saliva leaving your mouth due to the gag. With a struggle, you pulled off the gag, your wrists felt raw from the strain and weight of the shackles. “Someone undo these.” You turned away from him.
“Look at me!”
You continued to look away from him, “Get these off of me.” You said softly to the guards around the room.
“Yes, my empress!” One guard ran to your assistance and unlocked the shackles.
“I will have you killed.” Commodus angrily spat. “I will have you killed!” He leaped at the man, a hiss sound from his mouth.
You moved the guard from the way, “Commodus, leave the room!”
“You do not tell me what to do.” He said, keeping his gaze on the guard who you so calmly protected.
You ignored him and received a warm woven coverup from a servant. “Ignore his outburst. I am going to turn in for the night. Please be sure my fireplace is ablaze.”
Commodus turned to the sight of you leaving the throne room. You were so unbothered by him, unfazed—beautifully so. He sneered at the loss of attention from you. He huffed; his heart began to thump rapidly in his chest.
He quickly followed you until you reached your corridor. He peeked around the corner of your quarters, looking inside. You warmed yourself by the fire and gently rubbed a soothing cream over your wrists. The windows in your room were covered and every corner had a small pit of wood burning to keep the space warm. “…May I come inside?”
You looked over your shoulder at the man who faced his feet. “Do not come any closer than the entrance statues.” You said rather dismissively.
“May we talk?”
“Now you are civil? Do not make me laugh, Commodus.” You said with amusement. “You have the temper of a small child, and the patience of a rich man. I guess that is fitting because you are one.”
Commodus clutched his fists before frowning, “You have said.”
“Yet you do not listen.”
“I apologize, [Y/n].” You waved a hand of dismissal and continued to prepare for bed; your attention on anything but him. “I mean it this time! I truly do!” He went to his knees as you rubbed oils into your skin, massaging African shea butter into your palms before spreading it up and down your legs. “[Y/n]? Please. Please?” His laments echoed throughout your chamber; his hand dared up your soft thigh.
“Stop!” You slap him across his cheek, “You whore!” You stood above him, a look of disgust on your face. “I want nothing from you. You are a disrespectful, worthless boy!” He basked in the pain from your slap, soaking in the heat of the moment. “You do not deserve a dammed thing from me.” Your fingers held onto his jaw, a tight grasp that marked his face red. Your nails were long, manicured and your skin was smooth. Your beautiful face so close to his made heat rise from his loins to his cheeks. “You know the only reason I maintain composure is to please your father’s wishes, rest his soul! I do not want to see your face, Commodus.” His manhood grew stiff and sensitive beneath his clothes.
He clenched his jaw in your hand, a deep gulp made his Adams apple shift downward. “But I missed you.”
“That is not the way to bring me back to the palace.”
“You ran away from me!”
“You are paranoid. Get out of my sight.” He remained at your feet; his hand rose to your hips. You slapped his cheek again. The man bit his lip, letting his palms rest on the marble floor. “You lack discipline. Your father could not give it to you. Now that I am here, you seek some sort of sexual relief from me?! I am not your common whore, you bastard!” He looked up at you with his deep blue eyes. The reflection of fire in his full irises.
“I love you, [Y/n]. You are my empress.”
“That is right! I am! So how dare you embarrass me?! Embarrass yourself!” You let go of his face, your nails scratched his face as you left. “Go with your whores, leave me be.”
“Please…please, my love.”
“I am not your love, you dog.” You spat down onto his face. He moved his tongue and fingertips, moving your saliva into his mouth. “You are filthy.”
“I would do anything for you.”
“No, you would do anything *to* me. You are unwell. Sickened with power.” He nodded, rubbing the side of his face against your hip. From his robes, his shaft grinds against his thigh slowly. A pleasurable moan left his lips as he continued. You moved away from him and sat on the plush chair across from the fireplace, your feet rested on an ottoman.
“Please, look at me.” You said nothing, shifting your eyes towards the door. “I do not want to leave, [Y/n].” His voice cracked, leaving him embarrassed. “Please.” He continued to rub himself, however, deriving little to any pleasure from it.
You poured yourself a glass of wine and sipped from it. “You are pathetic.”
“I am.” He continued to stare at your beautiful face as you drank.
“You deserve nothing from me, might I repeat.” You finished off your glass as his head lay on your lap. His fingertips pull at the fabric of your dress, shifting it away. “I was a princess back home. I had more freedoms than I have now as Empress.” You mumbled rather to yourself as he buried his head between your thighs. You paranoid fuck…” A moan slipped from your mouth as his warm tongue circled your clitoris. Your thighs tightened and raised in shock. “W- wh-“
His head hid under your dress as he suckled on your firm clitoris. You could feel your womanhood throb with need upon feeling those sensations. “I- I’m sorry.” You held the back of his head, keeping him still. His tongue was quick and skillful as it flicked against your clitoris. His thumb gently held up the hood of your clitoris; barely moving. Your thighs trembled; an unsure panting left your lips.
Commodus moaned back as your warm walls engulfed his tongue. His nose pressed against your clit; his lower face now wet with your mess. “C- Commodus! I h- hate you!” He could not see your face, not that you wanted to see his, as two of his digits slipped into your slippery cunt. Your fingers tore into the upholstery of your seat. His tongue lapped and sucked on your clitoris as his fingers dug deep inside of you. The pads of his fingers pushed up onto your sensitive spot.
You felt yourself climax over his fingers, however, he continued. Your cunt pulsed with pleasure. “M- my empress.” The man muttered as he suckled softly on the center of your clit.
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You and maximus had been traveling with each other for a while now, he had met you when you were still a naive vaultie with no idea how cruel the surface could be. During your travels you had both been mentors to each other with you teaching him how to be a little nicer and trusting towards new people and he had taught you how to better detect when people were trying to steal from you and how to use a gun properly.
But while on your adventures you had begun to develop feelings towards maximus, a loving feeling that made you want to stay with him forever and now these feelings had came out tonight after you had set up camp for the night in an old building.
You were sitting beside each other In front of a campfire when you started to really open up to him and tell him how you felt, he was caught of guard which you expected but you hadn't expected him to feel the same way as you. This conversation had led to you placing your hand on top of his and leaning in for a kiss.
The kiss was a nervous one with maximus not knowing where to put his hands or how to really kiss someone and you not really having kissed many people in your life yet it still felt honest and tender like how love should feel.
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Disclaimers: fem reader! She/her. Pretending to be a man. Non descriptive appearance aside from being called smaller then the bigger men and nicknamed runt and having her hair cut off short horribly so by max. Big brother Maximus! X reader! Thaddeus x reader! (Romantic/lovers) Slightly off script from the show. Slightly inaccurate (I’m just having fun guys)
Warmings: slow burn! strong Language! Violence! Mentions of death, mild gore i suppose. Nudity! Dry humping. Coming Prematurely. Inexperienced Thaddeus and reader. Penetration! Coming inside reader I guess? And uh…it’s horrible and short smut?
Summary: found as orphans by the Brotherhood, Maximus refused to be separated from you or let you be hurt so he disguised you as a boy to keep you by his side safe. Now the both of you find yourselves trying to survive the wasteland, separated and on your own journeys…
The room is quiet, boiling sun bleeding through the windows as you sit on the edge of the cot. Your eyes tiredly gazing at the floor, nose busted as your brother paced the floor lecturing you.
“I’ve told you! I’ve told you a million times not to do that, don’t put yourself between me and them!” He hits his chest then gestured towards the closed door as he looks away from you with a scowl.
“They were beating the shit out of you, Max…i couldn’t just stand there and let them do that!” You argue, looking up at him with a glare, annoyed by this whole conversation.
He glares back, harder than before as he crouches down to your level. You’ve never seen him this angry, especially at you and it has your attitude ebbing away.
“And now you have a busted nose and black eye because you didn’t listen to me…I can handle myself with these men. You can’t…” He stands and shakes his head, your reckless streak has been pissing him off.
And you stand as he dares say you can’t handle yourself, you damn well could and you both knew it. “I can handle myself…i don’t need you constantly hovering over me trying to protect me!” You yell at him, tired of being treated like a helpless fragile creature.
You knew how to fight, you knew when to run from one if you’re sure you can’t win. You are an aspirant, part of the brotherhood of steel and you had enough of how some of those guys treat your big brother out of their own jealousy. So of course you’ll fight for him, he would do the same for you.
But Maximus crowds your space, coming chest to chest with you and he knew from the way you step back that your scared and it proves his point…
“You’d be dead if it wasn’t for me, you’re gonna start a fight with the wrong guy and get beat to death, and they will beat you to death” He spoke lowly and you look away as he grabs your shoulders.
“I’m not hovering to make your life miserable, I’m trying to keep you safe because you’re all I have….” Those words made something twist in your chest, your eyes meeting his again and you sigh…
“I know, Max…I just…if you’re always protecting me, who’s gonna protect you?…” You ask those words in a quiet voice, hating that he was always thinking about others rather than himself.
He smiles slowly and pats your cheek, holding it as he shakes his head at your words. You were just like him, he could see you’d always worry about him no matter what. “I can protect myself…” He says and kisses your forehead.
You scoff and push him away as he starts going about his day. “Is that why you let those guys beat you up?” You retort and he rolls his eyes as he laces his boots.
“Shut up…” He replied before a knock at the door is heard and he gives you a look before standing and going to the door.
You make sure your chest compressor is on, being silent as you sit down, your elbows on your knees. Harnessing masculine treats and mannerisms came easy to you, especially since you grew up having to pretend around mostly men so you and Maximus didn’t get separated. He taught you everything he knew, he butchered your hair off and called you his brother ‘Marcus’ who everyone makes fun of. They call you runt most of the time…
Maximus opens the door and you watch as a squire announces that you are needed.
“Aspirant Marcus, your presence has been requested” you furrow your brows but stand, looking to Maximus who nods once but you can tell he’s nervous for you and you roll your eyes.
“What for? Who wants him?” You shake your head as he asks the questions and the other squire seemed annoyed he even had to be the one to fetch you.
“Elder Cleric Quintus” Maximus looks at you with furrowed brows and you follow the squire out…
The walk is quiet, you do feel nervous as hell. You clear your throat multiple times, trying to make sure your voice is masculine, manly. You know you’ll have to speak…
Once at Elder Cleric Quintus room, the squire opens the door for you and you walk in, seeing the old man sitting in his chair.
“Ah…young Marcus…come in” You hear the squire shut the door behind you as you step into the room, lowering your head.
“Elder Cleric Quintus…” You greet with a deep but wavering voice, eyes meeting his once more. “If this is about the fight between me and a few of the aspirants…I-i can explain—“
“It is about your fight…now sit” You sit immediately and your heart is pounding out of your chest. You swallow thickly, watching Quintus as he eyes you.
You didn’t know what your punishment would be, or if you’d be fighting a much stronger opponent or not. But you are terrified and it must show on your face because he speaks on it.
“Don’t fret…Im impressed with your agility, your courage and bravery to take on five other aspirants twice your size…” You sigh in some relief and nod as you try to relax in the seat.
“May I ask why I’m here then?…” Quintus nods softly and pushes some things around on his desk.
“You have the strength and courage to be a squire…” Your eyes widen at those words, the thought of ranking up to squire is an exciting one.
So you stand and look at Quintus with wide eyes, your nose still busted and eye black. “I’m ranking up to squire?…” You spoke In disbelief and Quintus only nods.
“Clean up…it will be set in stone in two hours…” You smiled at that and left his room, going back to where you knew Maximus was probably pacing with worry.
You burst through the door and shut it behind you with a grin. “Max! I’m gonna be a squire!” You announced happily and the worried man looks at you in disbelief now.
“What?…wait…your ranking to squire?” Maximus practically scoffs and gestured at you. “You! The smallest one of us who hasn’t even hardly been out there!” He points behind him, gesturing towards the wasteland. “Your becoming a squire before me?!” You sighed as your excitement has been stomped out with your brother’s jealousy.
“Thank you for being happy for me, max” your voice drips with sarcasm as you walk over to a bowl of water and start cleaning your face.
He scoffs again and shakes his head. “You’ll die out there! How am i supposed to be happy about this!?” You dry your face and hands off and turn to give him a deadpan look.
“I can take care of myself, max…you’ve taught me how to fight and when to run from a fight I can’t handle…” You try to reassure the man but he sighs deeply and runs a hand through his hair.
“This is stupid…” Maximus mumbles and you punch his shoulder. “Ow!” He rubs his arm you punched with surprising force.
“You’re stupid!” You retort and he gives you a glare…
You two had a brawl after that, to which he won a few times till you took some low blows and hit him where the sun doesn’t shine…
It’s been four days since you’ve become a squire, a few other aspirants ranking up as well except your brother which pissed him off even more.
You’re preparing for your very first expedition with your knight, Knight Gerald, a real asshole that’s a bit reckless and it makes Maximus all the more worried. Especially since every squire he’s had is dead…
But knight Gerald would be meeting with another knight and his squire, knight Dorian, a more level headed knight but still an asshole, one that needs help with something, you weren’t told the details about.
“Look, if he’s in a situation where he’s being shot at, beaten up or anything dangerous, anything, do not try to jump in and save him! Even if he’s begging for help. He has power armor, not you—
“Max! Calm down…” You snap, giving him an annoyed look as he rambled to you as if you’re a child and not an adult.
Maximus sighs and you can see the worry and stress eating away at him and you soften your expression and pull your coat on.
“I’ll be fine, you know I’m capable of taking care of myself. I’ll be back before you know it” You say and put a hand on his shoulder as he stares at you unconvinced.
“I’m supposed to always be by your side…I promised I’d always take care of you and i can’t do that when we’re apart…” He spoke and you pull him into a hug he quickly returns, his cheek on your head as he rubs your back.
“Please don’t do anything stupid…” He mumbled and you close your eyes and smiled some at that, pulling back to look up at him.
“I can’t make any promises…” You joke and he rolls his eyes and looks away from you.
“That’s what scares me” He retorts and pinches your nose as you smack his hand away with a scowl.
Then you hear an Aspirant announce it’s time for you to leave and you nod, Maximus following you as you walk towards where your knight stands…
You lug around the big bag of supplies for your knight, meeting Maximus eyes before you get in the transport, watching Maximus before offering a nod as the doors closed and then your in the air, flying over the desert and towards filly…
You felt a sense of excitement and nervousness, you’ve never been away from your brother for long, you were told this expedition would take a week tops. You sigh and watch the passing scene below, your knight in his armor bragging about some past battles he’s had, telling you about women he’s had and you stared at him with furrowed brows at the…odd stories.
Before you know it, your landing in a green wooded area, you follow your knight out of the transport and trudge through mud behind him.
“Knight Dorian should be this way, The fuckheads too stupid to even complete a simple task! Go figure…” Knight Gerald spoke, power armor making his voice deep and distorted as you look around at the trees and such.
Knight Gerald huffs at your silence and keeps talking. “Probably held up somewhere dickin around, jerkin off probably…fuck do you even talk?” You stared at your knight and nod once.
“Yes, knight Gerald, I speak when the conversation is interesting” You say in your fake masculine voice. Not masking how annoyed you are by this dick.
Gerald stops walking and turns to you, making you stop in your tracks as he shoves you to the ground roughly.
You grunt and land on your back, staring up at him wide eyed as he looms over you intimidatingly. “Don’t fuckin talk to me like that, little boy…” He puts his metal foot on your chest and adds pressure, your hands instinctively grabbing to push him away in a pathetic attempt.
“I could end you right now, like every other squire who had the balls to say somethin that fuckin stupid to me” He moves his foot and turns to start walking as you laid there breathing heavily and your heart pounds.
You swallow thickly and grab your bag again and follow him, You know he could kill you easily, but your fear mixes with anger and I knew found hatred for this bastard.
At the top of the hill you finally make it up, you see a makeshift camp, old tin stacks on a tree and a couple of logs as you see knight Dorian and his squire.
But your heart drops as you narrow your eyes on the squire, The same guy who beat your brother up then gave you a black eye when you interfered.
“Thaddeus….” You grumbled as you drop your bag as the two knights engaged in conversation about this mission.
Thaddeus looks at you while he cleans his knights weapon. “Marcus? What are you doing here man?” You scoff at that and shake your head as you look back at the knights who walk a distance off, masks lifted as they spoke.
“I’m a squire…came here to do what you and your knight couldn’t” You retort and cross your arms and he huffs at that.
“Uh, me and my knight is doing just fine! Actually and uh…we only paged for help because there’s a lot of mutant bears down there that did a lotta damage to knight Dorian’s armor and our stuff” He points behind him and then goes back to cleaning his knights weapons.
You roll your eyes but feel somewhat anxious about what he said as you sit beside him. “What’s a mutant bear?…” You ask and he looks up at you, forgetting you’ve been sheltered the most.
“It’s terrifying, I’ll tell ya that much…” He says and looks the weapon over before scrubbing at a spec. “And they’re big…you don’t wanna get close to them” He adds and puts the weapon in his bag similar to yours.
You nod slowly and let out a deep breath, “they sound interesting…” you say sarcastically and look around at the trees again. “When did you get ranked squire?…” you ask and he shrugs as his eyes go back to the knights speaking to one another in hushed tones.
“Uh…a day after you did” he says and you both awkwardly sit there and you dig your boot into the mud before reaching down and playing with it, only ever having seen sand…
The knights had left without your knowledge, it’s only when you hear some noise and look up from the mud in your hand you notice and furrow your brows.
“Uh…Thaddeus?” You ask and he looks up at you then follows your eyes to the now empty place your knights were.
“Oh shit…where’d they go?…” He stands up and you do so as well confused as to where the knights are.
You look around, seeing nothing but trees, hearing rustles of whatever creature lurked in the brush. “Knights?! Knight Gerald!?” You call out and follow Thaddeus who takes off down the little dirt path they had been on. You look around as he puts his hands on his hips.
“Oh…Golly, I think we should wait back at the camp for them” You looked at the path, seeing their footprints left in the mud, then down the hill where brush is tore through.
“No, we gotta look for them, they could need a stimpak or help with something!” You argue and look at Thaddeus who pulls his brows together and shakes his head.
“If they needed us they would be calling for us and I don’t hear anything” Thaddeus points out but the distant yells of the knights and growls of mutant bears is heard.
You glared at him and quickly run to grab your bag before sliding down the hill as Thaddeus watches with wide eyes. “Marcus! You don’t know what you’re doing!” You hear him let out a surprised yelp as he slips and comes sliding down behind you, knocking into your back as you huff and fall face first into the mud.
“Ow! Get off me!” You elbow him and he groans before getting up.
“I’m sorry! It’s not like I did it on purpose, I was trying to get back into camp” You froze, staring at the scene before you.
Thaddeus however is oblivious to the scene and wipes mud off his cheek. “You’re insane for even coming down here, man. The knights have their cool power armor to protect them and what do us squires have uh? Nothin—
“Shush!!” You shush him and put a hand over his mouth and pulled him behind a rotten log, eyes wide and heart pounding as you peek over your shoulder at the mutant bear eating knight Gerald’s face.
You were screwed, Maximus was right about everything and now that he’s back with the brotherhood and far from you, you’d die out here.
“Awwe no…now look what you got us into! You’re just as stupid as your brother” Thaddeus whispers and you shoot him a glare and put your back against the log, squeezing your eyes shut as you think.
Trying to think how the hell you can get out of this situation.
You open your eyes and look back at the mutant bear and then at Thaddeus. “How fast are they?…” you ask and he looks you up and down with a huff.
“I don’t know, i haven’t seen one move” His answer makes you roll your eyes and look around the area your in…down a hill, slicked with mud. You can’t climb back up because of how wet it is out here.
Your screwed.
“You think we can run that way?” You pull your head towards the left, going further down the hill.
Thaddeus looks that way and then chances a look at the beast only for his face to pale. “Uh…Marcus?” You instantly catch on to his horror and look over the log to see the bear mutant gone..
“Shit….where—
Before you can finish, a thunderous roar breaks the silence and you screamed, caught of guard and letting out a rather girly scream but you didn’t dwell on that and take Thaddeus hand and pulled him with you to run further down the hill.
The fall is brutal, the hill too steep to run down so you and Thaddeus tumbled, rolled, and practically rag dolled down the damn thing.
The bear is left at the top, continuing to eat its dead meal while you and Thaddeus laid on the muddy ground battered and sore. You tore your clothes, your jacket gone somewhere up the hill as jagged sticks and old bobbed wired fence tore it off. The back of your white tee shirt tore and now tented with some blood and a lot of mud.
“Ow….” You whined and laid on your back, staring at the sky as Thaddeus groans and sits up. His cheek cut as he rubs at it.
“Is it gone?…” he asks and you sit up, palms digging into the ground as you propped yourself up and look up the hill.
“I think so…I don’t see it…” You fell right back into your masculine voice. Hoping thaddues wouldn’t question your scream.
But as he sits up on his knees and looks at you, his eyes fall down to your chest and widen some, before his brows pulled together at the…well, lumps there.
You look at Thaddeus with confusion before glancing down and seeing that your chest compressor was broke during the fall. Your eyes widen and you look back up at him.
You couldn’t let him know that you’re a woman, he’d rat you out to the brotherhood for praise. You knew how he was, you can feel the panic slowly clawing its way up your chest.
“I-I-I….uh…um…I have tumors….those are tumors…” You say slowly and very unconvincingly, hands raising to cover your breasts. It was the best lie you could think of.
Thaddeus stares at you with confused bewilderment before nodding and looking away. “I uh…didn’t know you had those—tumors! That’s…bad” He slowly gets to his feet and you do the same, his eyes glued to your breasts as you knew he knows…
“Fuck…listen…you can’t tell anyone, Thaddeus, please…” You step closer to him and he nods slowly and finally looks up at your eyes.
“I won’t…” he says slowly and his eyes go back down and you cover them with your hands.
“Hey! Stop doing that!” You yelled and he closed his eyes, shaking his head quickly as he honestly didn’t mean to.
“I’m sorry! It’s just—I’ve never seen em before! Up this close anyway…Y’know?…and your shirts wet and muddy and—
You cut him off with a kick to the shin as he stumbles back and grunts in pain, your face feeling hot beneath all the grime and mud. You look down and see how your shirt truly was clinging to your skin making them more visible.
“Shit….” You mumbled and look at Thaddeus as he leans on a tree. “Look, we need to focus getting out of this area…radio back to the brotherhood and get them to get us and bring us back…” He nods as you explained the plan and he rubs his leg before standing upright.
“Cool, I’ll radio back to them once I find somewhere to do it” He spoke and you nod as you both start walking now, cautiously given the dangers you’re still in. Your body still sore and you follow Thaddeus as he leads the way.
“H-have you been out here before?…” You ask and he nods some as you both walk, getting further out of the woods.
“Yeah…I came from the shit hole, have you?…” He asks back and you scoff at how he throws it back at you and surprisingly not yapping to you.
“No…when I was out here I was way too young to remember it…” You say and he nods as you both come to a settlement of sorts, some rough people lingering outside a supposed saloon of sorts, you ignore the odd glances of people and Thaddeus shrugs his coat off and hands it out to you.
“Your shirts ripped pretty bad…” He points out and you glance down and see the chest tore in the middle, a hole in the side and you can’t climb feel the back is tore out.
You take the coat and put it on and nod at his surprising kind gesture. “Thanks…” You mumble and look around. “Do you have any caps?…” You ask and he nods his head while you both walk up the ragged porch and into the saloon where they offer drinks and a meal…
“Yeah, I have eight I think…” He answered while you both sit at a table in the corner, resting your aching bodies after the tumble down the hill.
You closed your eyes, your left one still bruised from the brawl you got in a week ago…
“I’m sorry…for uh…punching you in the face. It wasn’t personal, i actually meant to punch Maximus but you just jumped in out of nowhere” You open your eyes as Thaddeus spoke and you huff, somewhat amused.
“It’s fine…” you say and close your eyes again as he taps the table gently, awkwardly as he looks you up and down still.
“You’re pretty brave for a woman…not that women aren’t brave because they are! The women in the shit hole were braver than most men! But I’m just saying that a woman like you is brave…” He rambled and you open your eyes with a deep sigh as you sit up.
“Thaddeus…can you shut the hell up please?…” You say and he nods while looking down as he scratches at the back of his neck.
“Yeah…” Then the both of you sit in silence, quiet conversation from most in the saloon is a somewhat comforting sound as you try to relax.
This expedition was off to a horrible start, you felt like you’ve already failed as a squire. Your knight is dead, Thaddeus figured out your a woman…
He pats the table and stands as you open your eyes and look at him once more. “I’m gonna go see if they have a radio we can use…I’ll be back” Before you can say anything he goes to find the owner of this establishment and you sigh. Not liking the looks some people give you.
You wished Maximus was here, you felt exposed, less confident than you previously had been. You can survive on your own, you knew that but it felt like you couldn’t…
You see a group of rough guys looking at you and your brows furrow, you look away and try searching for Thaddues who was talking to the owner, smiling as he gets a radio and uses it up there. You glance back at the guys discreetly as they seem to be whispering something and eyeing you…
Shit, you don’t have a weapon. You look back at Thaddeus who is still using the radio and you go to stand only to be grabbed by the taller slender man, his teeth rotten as he grins at you with yellowish eyes. Definitely not healthy….
“Ain’t seen you around here before…must be new” He rasps out and you swallow thickly and try pulling away.
“Let go of me” You spoke in your masculine voice, not wanting him to know your a woman.
He laughs and only tightens his hold as his two friends surround you now. “Bet you got goods on ya…” He says and his friend grabs your other arm and starts dragging you out as you kick and try to get free.
Maximus showed you out to get free, but all survival instincts vanish as your brain can only focus on how to panic it would seem.
“Thaddeus!! Help—
Your shoved out the doors and your face lands in the mud that smells like piss and vomit, your stomach turning at the smell as you feel a kick land into your ribs and you groan in pain.
“Check her pockets and see what she has” The slender man commands his two goons who start trying to steal whatever you have and you thrash around and kick and punch at them only to have the leaders boot press your cheek into the ground as he steps on your head.
“Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Guys! What’s goin on?!” You hear Thaddeus step out and they momentarily leave you be but your face is still held down, one cheek in the mud your starting to question as sewage while the other has a boot pressed into it.
One of the guys huff at that. “Is this your friend?…” A rough voice asks and you hear Thaddeus clear his throat.
“Yeah?…I can get you some caps if you get off her” He pulls out a pouch with fifteen caps in it and you huff, the bastard lied to you.
The guys laugh and Thaddeus pulls out some metal gadget. “Hey! You can have the caps and this! It sells for about fifty caps” The leaded gets off you and you scramble to your feet as Thaddeus gives them their stuff and look it over.
You scurry behind Thaddeus who surprisingly took care of the situation instead of running away or leaving you to die.
The guys take their shit and leave and you wipe the mud off your cheek, spitting as some was in your mouth. “Thanks…” You say and look up at him as he shrugs and looks you over.
“You saved me from that bear, you could have ran and let it eat me or something but you didn’t…so I guess we’re even now” He says and you smiled some at that and go back to sit on the old porch.
“Did you get the radio working?” You ask him, still wiping at your mouth with your arm. The damn taste stuck in your mouth, you can only imagine what the hell was in the mud.
Thaddeus nods his head as he looks up at the grey sky. “Yeah, I got in contact with the brotherhood so as long as we stay here they’re gonna get us…” You nod and look him over now. His cheek still cut and some dry blood there now.
“So uh…you really won’t rat me out will you?…” You didn’t trust him, even if he did just get you out of a situation.
“No, I won’t rat you out…” He says again and you sigh deeply as you wait for the brotherhood…
But hours pass, night falls and you’re still waiting. Thaddeus up and pacing as he stretches his legs out acting sitting for hours.
“Thaddeus where are they?…” you ask with annoyance as you were tired and wanted to be clean and tell Maximus everything that’s happened.
He sighs and puts his hands on his hips, “well, since it’s dark out they might wait till the morning to come…we can get a room or something to sleep in till then” You stand up with a scoff and shake your head at him.
“We don’t have caps, where the hell will we stay?” You question with attitude and Thaddeus takes his boot off, dumping at least ten caps out.
You stare at him with wide eyes. “Where the hell do you keep getting those from?!” You question and he scoffs some.
“My stash! This is really the last of it though” He says and picks the caps up as you walk down the shit path to another place. “We can buy a room for the night…” He says and you follow him inside and see an old man glaring at you both.
“The hell you two want?…” He asks and you observe him, he looks just as grime ridden as everyone else, face wrinkled and scruffy with white hair as his eyes are narrowed in a unfriendly way. his customer service horrible.
“Me and my friend need a room for the night…sign says nine caps” Thaddeus puts nine down and smiles at the man.
The old man grumbled and snatched them up before pointing at a wooden door behind you both, you furrow your brows as it looks disgusting in the room.
But you both walk in, it’s small, a bed and dresser in it. You kick your boots off and eye the bed with disgust. “It looks like someone died here Thad…” You say and he shrugs and takes his boots off and sits on the bed you’d both be sharing.
“Yeah, someone probably did…but it’s better than the ground” He says and you nod slowly even if you thought otherwise and take the jacket off, the underside of your breast visible and Thaddeus stares at it with wide eyes.
You don’t even notice as you walk to the dresser and look it over, seeing it empty and you sigh.
“Shit…oh no…” you hear Thaddeus mumble and his eyes are squeezed shut, he instantly throws a pillow on his lap and you give him a look of concern.
“Are you okay?….did the fall earlier hurt you bad?” you ask and he shakes his head frantically as he keeps his eyes closed and you walk over to sit next to him and he scoots away some.
“No! No..uh…just uh…put the jacket back on?” He said and you give him a confused look.
“Why?….” You say slowly and he huffs and as his eyes fall on you pleadingly, but feels his situation getting worse as your cleavage is visible from your ripped your shirt.
“Just please put it on…” He looks away again and swallows thickly as his eyes squeeze shut.
You were beyond confused and grab the coat and slowly put it back on. “Are you okay?…” you ask him again and he nods and sighed deeply.
“Your uh…um… ‘tumors’ just…make me feel weird” He knows the brotherhood teach absolutely nothing about situations like this. They educate on sensible things, important things but this not this.
So the confused look you give him makes him sigh deeply again as he looks at you. “It’s weird, I’m being weird….” He says and shakes his head as he stares at the wall. “You ever hear the stories the guys talk about? The knights?…” He asks, and you nod slowly getting an idea.
“The ones about kissing and stuff?” You inquired while he nods and sighed again, his situation not going away.
“Yeah…” he says and you slowly start piecing it together. You heard stories about kissing, some of the knights laughed and bragged about screwing people but Maximus always steered you away from that topic. Especially when they said something about their cocks exploding.
You stare at Thaddeus and scoot closer again but he doesn’t pull away…
“Do you like…wanna kiss or something?” You ask and he stares at you with wide eyes as he looks your face over, he found himself oddly attracted to you more then he was before.
He nods and discreetly pushed the pillow down more in an attempt to get his erection in control but it only makes it worse…
“I don’t know how to…” He admits quietly and you scoot so that your legs touch and you nod knowingly.
“I don’t either…but I guess we’ll figure it out together” You stare at his face as he does yours and you don’t move…it’s awkward and he clears his throat.
“So my mouth just…” He leans in and you do the same, your noses touching as you pull back and tilt your head some and place a quick peck on his lips. Too quick to actually feel.
He leans in to peck you again but longer and you let him. His lips felt soft…and he pecks you again and again as you slowly hold his jaw as you too keep slowly pecking.
He doesn’t know if it’s right, but you kept doing it and that was enough to have his face flushing red.
It has your heart pounding, heat pooling in your belly as your eyes close and you two kept pecking each others lips. His little mustache tickles your skin as you too start taking longer to pull back with each kiss, his lips staying on yours longer as he groans into it.
“You’re making it harder to get rid of this, Marcus…” He pulls back with furrowed brows and looks at you. “Wait…you’re a girl…is Marcus even your name?…” He asks and you let out a soft amused snort at that, face hot from just having your first kiss with him.
“No…” you say and tell him your real name, his eyes soften as he whispers it quietly.
“Can we kiss again?…” You smirk some and start kissing him, instinctively doing whatever feels right or nice…which is currently how your tongue ends up with his, his whimper music to your ears as you feel heat blooming between your thighs.
Thaddues just let you lick around in his mouth, his tongue not doing anything because he wasn’t sure what to even do…
It’s a foreign feeling, almost overwhelming as you push his pillow away and get on his lap before he can even object. “Wait!—oh…” He moans as you sit on his bulge, his hips twitching up.
“Don’t tell the brotherhood I’m actually a woman and I’ll keep going….” You don’t know where this sudden spark of boldness came from but you feel it, especially when his hips jerk up.
“I swear! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t even think about it!” He says quickly and you feel his hands land on your hips, pulling you closer as his eyes closed and he slowly rolls his hips up into yours.
“Oh my…oh shit that’s nice…” He rambles out as you feel your heart beating faster and you let him control your movements, your own hips grinding down and you feel sparks shooting up your spine.
“Thad….” You whisper his name, a soft moan escaping your lips as you felt yourself getting wet from this, especially when you feel him move, a twitch?…
“Oh…shit wait, wait, wait…don’t move!” You stop instantly and furrow your brows as he pants and stops moving as his face is flushed red, lips parted as he moans quietly.
“Is everything okay?…” you ask quietly and rub his chest, feeling his heart beating as fast as your own. Your body buzzing with arousal while between your legs feels like molten lava.
“Yeah…too okay…like, like I’m gonna explode y’know?…” You nod slowly as he spoke between breathes as you rubbed his chest.
“Is your cock gonna explode?” You ask, genuinely curious as this was all too knew for you.
And you feel his hips jerk up as his erection twitches again. “Don’t say that! Not right now…oh shit…” He lets your hips go and puts his palms on the bed on either side of him.
You furrow your brows and slowly start moving, grinding because you need some friction, knowing he needs it too. Thaddeus lets out a beautiful sound, a moan and whine, his eyes closed as he starts bucking up.
“Shit, shit, shit…fuck!” His hips twitch as he fists the sheets and moans out, you feel him convulsing beneath you and his back hits the bed as he whimpers and pulls you off his lap. His trousers having a wet patch where he just came…
“I’m sorry…i-I didn’t mean to do that! You made me do it…” He rambled and pants before groaning and dropping his head back on the bed. “Awwe man…now my pants are sticky and gross…” He says, as if they’re not caked in shit and mud already.
You move off his lap and still feel an aching sensation between your legs as you fold your legs under you and look at him.
“They’re already dirty….” You point out and he nods before taking them off, his underwear and shirt still on. Your eyes locked in on his boxers where you can see he’s still hard.
He looks at you and blushes deeply as he grabs the pillow to cover himself but you snatch it. “Thaddues…?” You say and look at him inquisitively.
He hums in response and can’t even look at you right now. “Yeah?….”
You only ever heard some knights talk about this, using words like ‘use my cock’ or ‘that whore made my cock explode!’ And then the one you remember hearing the most from knight Gerald ‘we did sex and that bitch rode me like a rocket!’ So you slowly crawl back on his lap and he furrows his brows now.
“Can we do sex?…” You ask and his eyes widen as you ask, knowing what you mean and he swallows thickly.
He starts nodding eagerly and your already taking your pants off, your panties wet as you take them off as well and watch him laying on his back watching you with a red face and big blue eyes wide.
He nearly whimpered when you get completely naked for him, he can’t even believe you’re real and this is actually happening to him…
You take his boxers off and you blush, never having seen a cock up close like this…he blushes even more and whimpered. It was five and a half inches at most, girthy as it twitches some when you just stare at him in fascination.
“Please…please, please, please…I need you…” He begs and you felt a new wave of heat rushing to your core as you take your underwear off as well.
You may be very inexperienced, but you heard enough stories to know what to do. So you straddle him again, and sit on his thighs as your hands are on his chest.
Your body feels warm, a buzz lighting all your nerves on fire in the best way possible as you look down at Thaddeus who has his shirt on still and doesn’t plan on taking it off. His eyes wide and nervous but pleading for something…
You scoot closer and can feel yourself getting hot, your face burning. You gently grind on him, your bare skin touching and you moan as he feels warm and hard under you.
“Holy—fuck….your…your so wet….” He spoke as if he was in awe of you, which he probably was as you just grind on him and get his cock all wet.
You let out a soft breathy sound and keep going, hands in his chest fisting his shirt as you gaze down at him with half lidded eyes and desire.
“Does it feel good?…” You ask and hope he feels as euphoric as you do right now, your hips slowly moving against him and he nods and whines.
“Yes! Shit yeah….” He was breathing heavy again and you moan quietly as he grips your hips. “Can I go inside you?…” he asks and gives you a begging look, one you found yourself not ever going to say no to.
So you nod and reach down between you both, Looking momentarily as you guide him inside. His tip slips in and you both moaned at how intense it was.
“Thaddeus!….” You moaned out as you slowly slide down, so wet it hardly hurts like you’ve heard it would…
Thaddues was flushed red and sweaty already as you gaze down at him. “I’m gonna explode again…ah..ah please…” He begs as you start moving, feeling a slight stretch but it felt nice.
You move up and down, repeating it slowly as the drag of his cock against your spongy walls was absolutely electric, intoxicating as you never wanted it to end. “This feels so good Thaddeus…” You say breathlessly as you look down at him.
And good god if the sight wasn’t breathtaking. His blue eyes blown with need, lips parted as he pants and whines when you move down just right, his chest heaves beneath your hands as you subconsciously start going a little faster.
You can hear the old bed squeaking, creaking as you both move together. Thaddeus was moving his hips up into you and pulling you down by your hips, his hips moving at an unsteady and almost desperate way as he pants.
“Oh yeah…r-right…right there!” His voice is higher in pitch and eyes closed as he fucks up into you quickly now.
You moan out as you grasp his shirt and let him keep doing those sloppy movements because it feels good, your walls clenching repeatedly as you felt yourself slipping closer to something absolutely mind numbing.
“Thaddeus….” You spoke so breathlessly and it has his head spinning, The pleasure becoming intense and his hands grip harder on your hips.
You are practically bouncing on him now as he lets out more noises of pleasure, your eyes closed and back arches from how incredible it actually is. Before you even know it, he’s tensing again as you felt the pressure that had been building up finally snap and you shake when you finally came.
It was intense, your eyes closed as you moan and convulse on Thaddeus, nails digging into his chest as your hips move in quick flicks, riding out the waves of pure pleasure.
“Holy shit! Ah!” Thaddues lets out a loud groan as he came after, his hips stuttering as he trembles beneath you, rambling sweet nothings and how good you feel…
Afterwards, You lay on his chest, heart’s beating wildly together as he rubs your back soothingly. Your blissed out, both of you are and as you lift your head and look at him, you felt a fluttering in your chest at the sight of him.
He’s actually cute…despite being an asshole to your brother and punching you in the face, his eyes meet yours, his a beautiful blue.
Shit, you can’t think like this about him, he’s a dick! Maximus will kill you!
You sit up and lay on your side, back facing him as he furrows his brows and props himself up on his elbows. “You alright?…i didn’t hurt you did I? Was it bad? Did I do something wrong?!” He starts rambling and you sighed and feel guilty for putting space between you two.
“No, you didn’t hurt me or do anything wrong…I’m just tired now” You say back and cringe at your own attitude and hear him lay back down and sigh.
“Alright, I’m pretty tired too…after all we just did” He chuckles awkwardly and lays down and puts his hands on his belly. “I should put my pants back on right?…” He asks and you furrow your brows as he basically talks to himself.
“I totally should…I will” He gets up and your turn to face him now and watch as he does so, groaning as he rubs at the crotch. “I completely forgot about that…” You shake your head and smile some, he was odd but you found yourself gazing at him fondly.
He grumbles about the mess on his pants before putting them on and laying back down, seeing you staring at him he blushes.
“I thought you’d be asleep now?…” He says and you shake your head and sigh.
“I don’t think anyone falls asleep in seconds…” You say and he nods slowly and lays back down on his back, hands folded on his belly.
You watch him get comfortable as he sighs softly and stares at the ceiling. “Everything was good for you right?…” He asks again and you can see he’s actually genuinely wondering if you enjoyed it as much as he did.
So you give in, snuggling to his side as you nod. “Yeah…it was good” He smiles some and puts an arm around you.
“Wanna do it again?…” He peeks down at you and you look up to catch his eye, feeling that familiar heat pooling in the depths of your belly.
“Yeah…” You say and he gets on top of you, kissing you very uncoordinatedly and sloppy but you love it, his messy kiss and little words mumbled in between.
“Dang it…now i gotta take my pants back off…” you can’t help but laugh at that a bit, watching as he fiddles with the buttons…
The midday sun bleeds through dirty torn curtains and you were already up, standing by the rooms dirty window and tightening your chest compressor that’s old cloth tied tightly, but it was better then nothing you suppose. Then you slip on an old button up shirt the old man who owns this place gave you, hearing the brotherhood approaching in their planes.
Behind you is Thaddeus, hair disheveled, a grin on his face as he puts his boots back on. Pleasantly pleased from a night full of pleasure.
You button your shirt and tuck it in and leave the room, Thaddeus making haste to get his shirt on before following behind you. You both walk outside and you see the brotherhood, a knight and squire surveying the area as they lead you both back, Thaddeus explains the whole situation as you board the transport…
The flight back to the only thing you know as a home is rather silent, Thaddeus giving you glances, staying silent about you being a woman. You felt glad he didn’t say anything, Both of you sitting opposite each other…
You don’t say much after what happened between you both, So when you finally get back you instantly start searching for your brother but find Dane, a somewhat friend you’ve made and see they’re foot bandaged.
“Where’s Maximus?…” You ask Dane, who shrugs as you look around the room now.
“He’s gone…” Your eyes widen at this information, hands on your head as you try and process that. Now you’re worried about him, especially with the beasts you know are out there now…
“What do you mean he’s gone? Did he rank up to squire too?” You huff and Dane shakes their head slowly as you furrow your brows. “He’s gone gone…” You felt your heart plummet and you know it shows on your face the shock and pain you feel.
“Knight Titus made the report this morning…they’re sending in a squire to replace him…” Dane adds and you march away, storming to Elder Cleric Quintus.
Max couldn’t be dead, he just can’t be. He’s the toughest person you know.
You hold back tears as you storm and kneel before Cleric Quintus. Who simply looks down at you from where he sits. “Marcus…I’m assuming you’ve heard the news—
“Send me. Send me to assist knight Titus…” You look up at the man who shakes his head, knowing better than to send you. You’ve just came back from a failed expedition…
“I already have someone in mind to send…I know this is glum time for you and you need to mourn in peace” He says and you stand and glare at him.
“Send me to assist knight Titus, please…” You add the last part bitterly, pain mixing with anger at how your brother died probably doing what he warned you not to do, protecting a knight.
Elder cleric Quintus stares at you and waves of the squire he had picked to assist Titus. “Very well, but given your emotional state and devastation…another squire will accompany you” You hear Thaddeus push past some people and raise his hand.
“I’ll go! I can help Marcus!” You glanced at him as he nods some at you before looking back at Quintus.
“Very well…you’ll both replace Maximus…” Quintus spoke the words as if it was distasteful to think your brother is actually gone, and he goes back inside as you nod and turn to Thaddeus who gives you a sort of sympathetic look.
But you ignore him and push past to get back into the transport…
You plan on finding him, to give him a proper burial and beating knight Titus to a bloody pulp for letting your brother die…it hurts to even think about him being gone…
