☢️ GFI's Kinktober 2025: Day Three ☢️
🔸Sixty-Nining with Charon🔸
Pairing: Charon x GN!Reader
Word Count: 2,543
Warnings: 18+, oral sex, Charon's big ole hog and gruff behavior, manhandling, facial, mention of alcohol and vomit.
Notes: One of the most highly requested characters on the blog. He's always such a treat to write for. There's so much you can communicate with him without using any words. Hope you guys like it!
Charon was the epitome of a "man of few words". On a good day, you might hear him speak a handful of sentences, a paragraph or two when he felt especially chatty. However, most days, you only heard a few words or grunts. Sometimes, he was just completely silent.
Though you'd initially taken it as a sign that he didn't like you, didn't enjoy your company or your "holding" of his contract, you'd learned otherwise as the two of you had grown more familiar with one another. Each day on the road or holed up in a hotel room was another chance to try to break the thick, cold ice. Painstakingly slowly, you'd grown close; first interpersonally, then physically.
The burly, redheaded ghoul was perfectly good company, but he wasn't especially entertaining. You really wished there was more to do for fun in this place than drink, gamble, and gossip.
The dusty, grimy saloon you'd been hanging around for a day or so was bustling, another new person coming in the door or stumbling out of it what felt like every minute. Though the place had been slow when you'd first sat down a few hours before, it had grown rather packed, leaving you staring into your drink to avoid making accidental eye contact with stranger after stranger. Beside you, your bodyguard and boyfriend studied each face that passed through the entryway. You let your hand rest on his knee, and he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye for a hard beat.
Thanks to the closeness you'd fostered, you'd grown more proficient at reading his body language over time; his face, the direction he turned his head, where he pinned his gaze and for how long, all small tells to what was going on in his mind. Though he was quiet overall, his physicality communicated much more than most might assume.
That's why you knew, when he let his gaze drag very deliberately up your body and across your chest before dragging it up to make direct eye contact with you, that it was time to retire to your room for the night. Maybe there was more fun to be had than drinking.
"Ready to go?" you asked, leaning close both to tease and to be heard over the buzzing murmur of a dozen other parties in the room, your shoulder just barely brushing his side.
Charon nodded wordlessly as his only form of reply, but you could see a familiar heat in his gaze that gave you goosebumps as you made your way up the rickety wooden stairs at the back of the place. It was as if you could feel him tracing every inch of you in his mind, silently looming just a hair's breadth behind you as you went along, the stairs creaking under his weight.
The rooms upstairs weren't the most private you'd ever seen, thin walls and a walkway outside the door that overlooked the gambling floor below. The sound of drunks and down-and-out gamblers floated up easily, echoing off the high ceiling.
You'd barely managed to shut the door behind you before Charon grabbed you up and pressed you into it, the old flooring beneath you groaning in protest at both of you sharing a spot. It was a little unsettling at times, just how easily he was able to ruck you upwards like a sack of tatoes, the display of strength nothing to him. His mouth was on yours quickly, tongue swiping at your lips as the air was squeezed out of your lungs between him and the wood. Big, rough hands juggled your weight, kneading clumsily into the meat of your ass as they did. You could already feel his swelling erection against your stomach.
"Jeez." you giggled out breathlessly as he wrapped your legs more securely around his waist, mouth sealing around whatever flesh it could reach. "If you were so ready to go, you could have let me know earlier."
"Mm." he grunted, seemingly in the negative, preoccupied with working his free hand beneath your thin shirt.
You already felt partially naked without even light armor, but the day had been far too hot and humid to wear the extra layers of leather just to sit around in your room or at the bar. Though your companion had expressed repeated concern about you not protecting yourself more, he didn't seem to mind so much now. Both of you let out matching hums as he began to pluck at one of your nipples.
For a long minute or two, he kept you pinned against the wall, the low hum of the noise at the bar downstairs muffling your audible whining and scuffling against the door. Letting your hips wriggle and arc against his as much as your limited movement would allow, you whimpered again when he began to mirror you, grinding his crotch against you. Your arms wound around his thick neck, nails scratching lightly at what little of the muscled expanse of his back you could reach.
"Bed." you mumbled between kisses.
Obediently, Charon pulled you snug against his chest and marched both of you over to the musty, wrought-iron framed bed in the corner. Settling himself on the edge, your rear rested on his thighs, your legs straddling them. He was quick to grab your shirt by the hem, yanking it over your head and discarding it somewhere. Though he moved to quickly caress your chest, you made to pull his shirt off as well. If you didn't intentionally move to undress him, he'd stay almost entirely clothed for the whole event.
You took a moment to trace your palms across the wide expanse of his chest, admiring the view, but he was quick to decide your attention was better placed elsewhere. Gripping your hips again, he lifted you to your feet, leaving you standing between his bulky knees. At your full height, he still had an inch or two on you as he sat on the edge of the bed. His position made his face much more accessible than it typically was, however, and you leaned in to give him a few sweet pecks on the lips. The big ghoul seemed very appreciative of the affection, hands petting carefully, though heavily, along your back and ass. As you let the tip of your tongue play along his thin, hard-set mouth, he made easy work of your belt and fly, thick fingers quick if not deft, dropping your pants to the floor.
Shivering, you pulled back for a moment, smoothing a touch along the exposed muscle of his cheek before sinking down to your knees. Trailing plush, hot kisses down his scarred breastbone, you reached down and began to playfully toy with his outer belt buckle. Quickly, his ammo belt fell with a loud clatter to the wooden floor between your legs. His eyes jumped to the door for a beat.
Above you, Charon relaxed as much as he was able, leaning his weight back onto his palms to give you a little more access. Making eye contact with him, you rubbed your cheek against his denim-clad inner thigh, batting your lashes as he smoothed your hair carefully, a small adulation.
Though the stalwart ghoul was tough and often immovable as stone, he was particularly vulnerable during sex. You knew that him granting you as much control as he was was a massive deal, and you tried your best to keep that in mind as you gently freed him. Keeping one hand wrapped around him, you grabbed his waistband and urged him to shed his pants. Again, he obeyed, eyes never leaving your face.
Carefully, you gave his length a few strokes, studying how the turgid flesh responded to your touch. It didn't take long for you to lower your head and seal your mouth around him, and he let out a soft groan, wriggling in place. Your whole body was flush and hot, the feeling of power his little sounds inspired addictive and electrifying. It was too easy to lose yourself in trying to make him feel good.
The snarl he suddenly let out as you rolled your tongue over the fat head made you flinch in surprise, but the jerk in your muscles seemed minor enough to escape his attention. Typically, any indication of fear or discomfort from you, no matter how unintentional, would bring things to a halt. Charon's usual hypervigilance extended wholly and completely into your bedroom.
Thankfully, he seemed too distracted to notice for once.
An unflattering screech flew from your lips as those big hands seized you by the waist and lifted your whole body into the air yet again, wrangling you up onto the bed with him with a modicum less care than before. When you'd re-settled, your chest was pressed snugly into his lower abdomen, offering you a view of his legs. You could feel your hips resting near his shoulders, the fanning of his hot breath against your most sensitive area making you shiver. After only a moment of pause, his thick fingers wound their way into your hair, encouraging your wet mouth back down onto his cock as his tongue began to trace the outline of you.
You followed his guidance, rubbing the tip against your lips as you let out a sharp whine. But it was hard to focus on your task when your body was wracked with shivers from the way he teased at your puffy flesh. Despite the tension of resistance you could feel in his hips, balancing yourself against them, he bucked upwards into your mouth with increasing fervor, unable to stop himself. Your own hips gave in to the same temptation, arcing and grinding against his lips, his chin, the bony ridge where his nose would have been.
The pair of you fell into a sloppy rhythm for a while, all mouths and grasping hands, though you fell behind for a moment or two when your first orgasm overtook you. Charon let out a lowing groan at the way your body twitched and shuddered on top of his, fucking up into your mouth with increased speed. You kept waiting for him to grab you up again, to reposition you over his cock so you could slide down onto it—he was so prone to repositioning you at his will that you'd come to anticipate it—but he never did, seemingly engrossed between your legs.
By the time you'd managed to eke out another, slightly weaker orgasm, he was firmly palming the back of your head, pressing your mouth further down onto him as he continued to use you. It was easy to see the signs that he was close to his own ending, steadily throbbing and leaking metallic-tasting precum against your increasingly fatigued tongue. You pulled your head up, leaving only the tip of him between your lips, ready for him to inevitably pull your head back. He refused to allow you to swallow, or even come close.
Correct in your assessment, you felt a few more waves of soft pleasure overtake you as he lost himself in your hand, spattering hot cum all over your fingers, chest, and his own legs. A snarl similar to the one before came from behind you, but you'd been anticipating it, your only response a nearly-harmonizing groan.
You turned yourself and collapsed, panting and shockingly spent, against the big ghoul's chest, his skin hot to the touch with exertion and energy, though not sweaty like your own. With your ear pressed to the rough, patchy flesh of his torso, you listened to the slowly decreasing thundering of his heart for a few long, quiet moments.
"Sorry I scared you." he mumbled suddenly.
Your eyebrows flew up into your hairline in surprise.
"I wouldn't say 'scared'. I'd call it more 'surprised'." you responded diplomatically.
"Hmm." came his doubtful, but succinct reply.
"Oh, come on. You can't judge me for jumping at sudden sounds. That's just human instinct."
"Not judging. Just saying sorry." he stated, very matter-of-fact as he passed a hand over your wild hair.
You smirked as you rolled over onto the bed proper, staring up at the various water stains on the ceiling. He lingered for a few minutes, pressing into your side, cuddling with you in his own way. Eventually, though, he pulled himself back up to his feet, wandering naked over to the big bag he kept slung across his shoulders when you traveled. Though you were rather preoccupied closely studying his nudity, a grimace crept across your face as he rummaged around for a moment and pulled out an IV bag of Rad-away.
"Ugh, no." you said, turning your head away from the sickly yellow contents of the bag in his outstretched hand.
"Yes." he insisted. "You'll throw up in your sleep if you don't."
"One time that happened. Let it go!"
To be fair to him, it likely only hadn't happened again because he'd become so strict about pushing you to use protective measures after it happened the first time. You could remember the guilt etched into his typically stony face clear as day, and for a moment you felt a touch of it, yourself.
He didn't say anything to your ribbing, settling himself on the edge of the bed once more. The bag didn't move from where he held it.
"Oh, come on." you whined. "I'll do it in the morning."
"It's after midnight. It is morning." he responded, and though his tone didn't change, you could see the slight, mischievous glint of a joke in his eyes. It wasn't a joke in form, not really, but it was a joke as much as he was able to tell one, it seemed.
With a sigh and a slight grin, you accepted your fate and pulled yourself back up into a half-sitting position.
"Fine. You've gotta stay in bed and cuddle with me, though."
"Hmm." he responded, seemingly back to truncated answers once more.
As much as you despised it, you slid the needle into place yourself and allowed him to hang the bag off the top of the rickety bed frame. His hands weren't necessarily made for delicate tasks, and you still bore the scar from the one time you'd tried to foist that particular task off onto him. Working yourself into a comfortable position against his chest, you braced yourself for the chills and nausea that often accompanied the infusion.
Charon didn't say anything more for the rest of the night. He must've felt there was nothing more to say. Instead, he listened to you humming to yourself, a distraction from the way your stomach rolled and chills took you, while softly petting at your back. Eventually, he listened to your breathing fall a little deeper, knowing you wouldn't sleep well as long as the needle was in your arm.
Left alone with his thoughts for a while, he turned his attention back to the door, to studying the noise still seeping up from downstairs. There were so many unknown people sharing the roof you rested under. He felt his muscles start to tighten with tension again.
Once more, he resumed his vigilant guarding of you.