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R is for -- Raul Tejada

Ah, Raul, what an absolute legend for beating MacCready in the polls. I couldn't believe it, but once again, I am not complaining. I love him, I love writing for him, and just... these types of prompts for him make me feel all giddy.

Gramps deserves some lovin', what can I say?

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Pair: Raul x F! Six

Dialogue: “Don't stop."

Word: Relief

Rating: NSFW (but not super explicit)

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 1.4k

“Really? Wow, I can’t believe you remember all that…When it was, what, over a hundred years ago or something?” Without putting too much thought to the action, Six leaned her head against her companion’s shoulder as her eyes stayed transfixed on the smoldering fire they’d prepared.

“Well, more like 200." He let out a dry sort of chuckle, and the movement jostled Six's head slightly. "Doesn’t seem as long ago as it was, though. And what can I say? Memories like that... They stick with you. Family, you know?”

“I don’t actually.” She was quick to answer him.

“O-oh, right, sorry ‘bout that, boss.” Raul stammered, and Six felt him tense.

“No, no, sorry, I meant that more as a joke.” Six laughed a bit, and she felt Raul’s shoulders relax from their previous stiffness as she kept her head leaning on him.

“It may sound bad to say," She continued, "but… I feel like I don’t really need to be sad about not having a family.” Six seemed to say it without thinking, the words just flowing out freely like Raul’s ears were a natural sort of irrigation path. “I mean… I have you.”

Raul shifted as he looked down at his companion, and though she was still staring ahead, into the glowing coals of their leftover fire, he could see the truth of her words shining through in her expression.

“Me?” He asked, and it came out as little more than a breath.

“Yeah, Raul.”

He smiled at the way she said his name, feeling like a giddy colegial again, even after so many years.

“I feel like, with you, I have everything I need.”

He could only blink at that, unsure quite how to respond to something so sweet, directed at him.

It's been awhile...

Six shifted against him, sitting up and turning so that they could meet his gaze.

“And… I’m sorry, for everything that you’ve lost, that you had to leave behind. But I hope… I hope that having me in your life makes it a little easier.”

She looked away now, and-- was that un poco de rosa rising to her cheeks?

Raul felt… captivated, his eyes unblinking as he took in the lovely sight of his partner–

His boss, he had to remind himself.

There is no way she could see me that way. Románticamente. She just said she sees me as family.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, mija.” He said, in placement of everything he truly wanted to reveal to her.

This... this is más fácil.

What she feels for him now; how she depends on him, how she views him, it should be enough.

After all this time though, time on his own… Raul felt ready for something more with this woman, but if it meant losing what they have? If she refused him? Maybe, like the few others he’d thought of pursuing in the past hundred years or so, she’d turn him away, maybe with that same hint of disgust upon her face, that quality of ‘what were you thinking?’ in her voice.

Raul didn’t think he could handle something like that, couldn’t go back to his measly shack and his workbench, todo solo. Not now, that he knew what it was like to be with her.

Sure, he complained and he sassed, he still worked and was in danger a hell of a lot more than he had been on his own, but… He was living, now. Not just wallowing in his memories, living in the past, or living in a prison– in more than one way– like when she found him.

“Really?” Six breathed, and he felt the spill of warm air over his face, just now realizing her close proximity to him.

How come she hasn’t flinched yet? Most women flinch– most gente, even– can’t stand to be so close to someone like me.

“I feel… Just the same, only, well…”

Raul could see the way her heart picked up written upon her face. Six was about to tell him something that would change everything, but…

She never quite had the chance, as something possessed the ghoul, some confidence her words had forced into him, something her closeness brought about, and he leaned forward the couple inches it took to press his lips to hers.

A small noise escaped her, surprise, he hoped, and not–

Disgust, revulsion, fear, anger. Sólo elige uno, could be any. Or multiple, even.

His own fear was dashed from him, though, as Six wove her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him closer.

Sparks flew behind Raul’s closed eyelids as he felt her press so wholly into him, as she tilted her head and her soft, perfecta, lips kneaded over his. His, that he’d been so self-conscious about, that he feared might even hurt her, with their roughness. If it did though, Six made no mention or motion of it, and before he knew it, Raul found his– equally bruto– hands sliding over her waist, pulling her body closer to his, delicately weaving his fingers over her loose-fitting sleep shirt, lifting the fabric ever so slightly to graze his warm fingers over the smooth skin of her torso.

As one exploratory hand moved to caress her back beneath her shirt, Raul felt Six gasp against him, her body tensing beneath his touch in a way that jolted him out of his mindless bliss, back into reality. Without another thought, he pulled back and away from her, his hands and lips both vacating her body with rash haste.

“Mija, Six… I…”

Does an apology even begin to cover this?

Maldito idiota--

“Shh.” She filled the space that he'd made between them without hesitation.

No, alternatively, Six’s hands never left their place over Raul's shoulders, and even now, they sought to pull him closer, her fingers insistent where they pressed into the thin fabric of his jumpsuit.

“It’s alright, Raul.”

She’d whispered his name this time, and despite all his cautionary thoughts, Raul couldn’t stop the tingle down his spine from reaching another place, one he was more ashamed of, as he felt his jumpsuit seem to tighten below his hips.

“Don’t stop.”

Raul heard the words, and then, Six’s lips were back on his.

Even the coals of the fire had darkened and cooled now, and the pair were utterly lost in one another. Months of buildup, of feelings unspoken and actions un-acted upon, and all of it being released on this one fine, cool night beneath the stars.

Raul’s mind only came back to him when Six’s fingers set upon the zipper of his mechanic jumpsuit, pulling it down without an ounce of reproach, and he couldn’t find it in himself to stop her. At this point, Six knew what she was doing, she wanted this, as much as he did.

And mierda, but that was a wondrous thought.

So, he allowed her to tug the fabric from his arms, to haul it all down, down, until his chest was exposed to her. Only then, did she pull her lips from his.

Breathless, Raul opened his eyes, seeking any semblance of apprehension or disgust from her as she saw his ravaged skin in its gross entirety, but no such expression crossed her face.

No, only that same such wonder that he felt as he looked at her, as he thought of her. She drank him in, like a clear, blue oasis in the middle of the blistering heat of the Mojave, and her lips quickly followed suit from her eyes. Tentatively, but more for his sake than her own, it seemed, Six kissed down his neck, then to his chest, as her arms smoothed over his skin in a reverent sort of way. A way that made him want to worship her in return.

The touch was… shocking, to say the least, but the weight off his shoulders, the fear, it was all lifted away as she pressed her hands to his chest, encouraging Raul to lay back on the rough blanket they’d laid upon the sand, and continued her cariñoso actions over his skin.

Raul allowed himself to close his eyes, to soak in the feeling of her touches, unabashed and unashamed. More than he could say of his own views of himself.

It was aliviando, to forget his own biases, and to free himself of what he’d thought she might say or do when he told her the truth, when he made it clear how he cared for her.

It wasn’t something he was used to, but perhaps, that too could change.

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danses-with-dogmeat · 2 years

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Day 5 -- Raul Tejada

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 5 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don't interact.

Workbench Sex with Raul x M! Six/Reader

I know Raul is kind of coded as a sassy, sarcastic Mexican grandpa most of the time, but... Idk, this ghoul just does something for me. Hopefully it's the same with you, too 😅

I hope you enjoy!

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2022 Event list so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Workbench sex, dirty talk, begging, Spanish, anal sex, anal fingering, lube, slight daddy kink, slight brat taming, slight bdsm dynamics, multiple orgasms, cum shot, hand jobs, prostate orgasm, aftercare, pillow talk.

*Also, just a disclaimer, I am not fluent in Spanish by any means, so if y'all see any issues with the bits that are in Spanish, please let me know! 😅*

3k words.

Raul was reduced to sitting, with all the hours he’d spent bent over the workbench. His elbows leaned against the metal, holding up the pistol in question, the one that refused to work, no matter how much he tried to fix it, no matter the words he used to insult the damn thing. It just wouldn’t budge.

“I think that’s enough, papi.” You placed a hand on his shoulder as you stepped behind him. “You’ve been glaring at that piece of junk for over an hour.”

He pulled the pistol out of Raul’s grasp gently, pushing it to the far end of the table, away from his reach.

“I would know. Cuz I’ve been sitting over at the table watching, and you hadn’t even noticed.”

Raul’s eyes widened as he turned to you.

“What?”

“Yeah, been sitting there. All alone. Just waiting for you to notice me…” You drew your hand from his shoulder down to his chest, teasing at the zip of his jumpsuit before trailing up his neck to sweep along his jaw. Raul blinked at you.

“Well, you could’ve said something, boss.” Raul’s eyes glinted as he looked into yours, “Then maybe I would’ve noticed you, yeah?”

“I would’ve said something, papi, but I was just so lonely.” You whined dramatically. The side of Raul’s mouth twitched upwards in response. “I was incapacitated by it. By my need for you.”

“Seems you made it over here just fine, you could’ve done that earlier, you know?”

Your nostrils flared at his rebuttal.

“Babe, can you just play along with me? I missed you.” You bent down and pressed your lips to the side of his mouth.

“And I really do need you.” You whispered.

Raul humored you, shifting his head to press his meager lips to yours briefly, the glint in his eye turning to fire.

“Then you should’ve just said that, mi corazón.”

The stillness of the day, the frustration, the stiff muscles and aching back Raul had been battling became little more than obsolete. They became fuel. Everything that built up, it had to spill out, somehow. And now you were begging for it.

You tried to hold back your excited grin, as Raul rose from his seat in front of you. You knocked the chair aside with your foot, stepping closer as he turned to face you. Without another thought, without hesitation, your hands were on the collar of his jumpsuit, pulling him close into a heated kiss.

Raul grinned into the contact, thrilled by your fervor.

There were nights between the two of you, more often than not, where you took things slow, where you started off gentle, where you eased into some sensual lovemaking in bed, but tonight was not one of those nights. No, he was much too pent up for that, and you… You were too desperate. It didn’t happen too often this way, but right now, tonight…

Raul nipped at your bottom lip, hauling you closer by the skin so he could devour you further.

Tonight, I’m gonna make count.

Your feet were moving, following the lead your body set, following the lead it had to take in response to Raul’s manhandling. He turned you both around, pushing you back until you pressed against the wall beside the workbench. He crushed your body to it with his own, lips still sealed with yours as he kneaded over them aggressively.

“Oh, mijo, no sabes en lo que te has metido.” He growled as he pulled away, your mind reeling at the harsh sound, at the words spilling from those lips you craved. “Espero que no te arrepientas.”

With that, Raul’s lips claimed you again, his hands rising to grasp at your cotton shirt.

Your comfortable clothes were his favorite, in moments like these. You only wore them when you felt safe, when you were at the Lucky 38. Only with him.

And they were so easy to remove.

He pulled the soft garment off over your head, breaking your contact for half a second, before crashing to you again, your own hands wantonly pawing at the front of his jumpsuit.

Raul ignored your pleas, moving his own hands’ attentions to your sweatpants, and easing them down over your hips to pool at the floor below. Raul groaned at the sight of you, as he opened his eyes to take it in. Take you in.

“Mierda, mi guapo…” He breathed as his eyes scanned over your bare form. Raul felt his jumpsuit tighten around his crotch. “Te necesito.”

“I need you, papi.” You echoed Raul’s sentiment, hands finally forgoing any kind of permission, and hauling his zipper down to his waist.

You brushed your hands over the ghoul’s bare chest, pushing the garment off over his shoulders, and helping him pull off the sleeves. Raul moved with you, snapping out of the trance you’d put him in just in time to grasp your wrists with his hands.

“Six, deténgase.” You tried to pull out of his grasp. “Stop it, mijo.”

Reluctantly, your hands ceased their movement.

“Muy bueno. You don’t listen to me, how am I supposed to help you, hm?”

Your eyebrows creased together as you thought about whining out some sort of refute, but you bit down on your tongue instead.

If I’m good, I’ll get what I need sooner.

“That’s it. Now, haz lo que te digo.”

That you understood. He said it frequently during your more… heated trysts.

Do what I tell you to.

“Si, papi.” You said with a grin.

“Good, querido.” His hands stroked over your wrists, easing the ache you’d felt from his rough grasp. “Now…”

Raul pressed forward, mischief prevalent in the air between you. The air around him.

“Bend over the workbench.” He whispered against your ear, his warm breath washing over you, sending chills down your spine right alongside the words he’d uttered.

Your heart gave an excited jump inside as he released you, and you brushed past him. You did as you were told– hell, you did as you wanted to do, whether he’d told you to or not– and leaned down with your elbows on the metal surface of his workbench, thrusting your hips out invitingly as he strode towards you.

Your fingers drummed against the metal in anticipation. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been thinking about Raul and you doing something like this… almost frequently, as he worked bent over the thing damn near every day, but for him to be the one to initiate? For it to be on a night he’s feeling pent up and wild after a frustrating day spent mostly apart? You couldn’t have asked for better circumstances.

He rested a calloused hand on your ass, brushing over your skin tenderly before dealing a rough slap to the meat of it. You gasped, feeling your cock jerk upwards at the feel of the aggressive attention.

He chuckled behind you as he pulled his hand away.

“Stay put, mi amado.”

With what you were sure he has in store? You wouldn’t dream of moving.

There was shuffling behind you, Raul moving to another part of the room, a drawer opening, his footsteps back over to you, your heart rate increasing with each step, each passing moment. Fabric rustled behind you, and you felt his looming presence just beyond your back.

“Spread your legs for me, por favor.”

You did so easily, feet sliding over the tile floor as you quickly moved to obey him.

Raul hummed in approval from behind you, and you heard a cap pop off from a bottle.

The question of what it was was answered quickly, as you felt his hand reach for you, lube-slicked fingers brushing against the skin of your ass, prodding askingly at your taut entrance.

“Intenta relajarte, mijo.” He whispered in your ear as he bent over you, his warm, uneven skin pressing to your back as his fingers prodded deeper into you. “Open up for me.”

Your hands slid over the metal tabletop, reaching the far edge and grasping onto it in preparation as you took a breath and closed your eyes. When you breathed in, you breathed him in. The scent of a man at work. Metallic, hardy, a tinge of that unique ghoulish smell that most found unpleasant, but that just reminded you of the man you loved.

He eased one finger inside you, the light stretch eased by the generous amount of lube as he began to thrust the digit in and out, working you open slowly, until he felt you could take two.

It took less time than usual, your arousal at being bent over like this, fucked against the hard workbench that stole your partner’s attention from you so often, making you needy and pliant.

“Papi…” You sighed, bordering on a whine, on a question. A demand, even.

“Tell me what you need from me, mijo.” His voice was a low rasp against the shell of your ear.

“Take me, please.” You begged, “Fuck me.”

Your spine shuddered at your words. So lewd, but so sincere in your utterance of them. Like a dog whining as it begs for the scraps it needs to survive.

This seemed as important a necessity, in this moment.

“Mm, you sound so good like this. Suplicando por mi.”

Raul pulled his hand away from your ass, and you heard him open the bottle of lube once again. Your own cock strained upwards, prodding at your belly as your gut clenched with anticipation, as Raul took his sweet time rubbing the slick lubricant over his dick.

“Eres tan perfecta. Like this.” Your legs shake as you feel the head of his cock prod at your ass. “Ask me again.”

You whined at his teasing, hips thrusting backwards to try and push him into you.

“Please,” You begged, meaning every letter of the word, “Por favor, mi vida, please just fuck me already.”

He released a chuckle from behind you, one hand stroking over your ass while the other kept his cock at an infuriatingly close distance from being within you.

“That was beautiful, mijo. Never heard someone beg so sweetly.”

You whimpered once more from beneath him, the sound involuntary, forced out by your own desperation.

“Easy.” His hand rubbed over you, spreading your asscheeks apart with his long fingers. “Te daré lo que necesitas.”

He pushed forward, easing the head of his cock inside your tight entrance with one small thrust.

You keened below him, asshole clenching tight around the tip of his member at the stretch of his intrusion. Raul hissed through his teeth behind you.

“Cálmate, mijo.” Raul grunted, his hand gripping hard at your ass, “Me vas a cortar el pene, lo juro.”

You didn’t quite understand the words, but you knew well enough to relax. His tight grip and clenched teeth were enough of a sign of the effect you were having on him. You took a deep breath in, forcing your fingers to ease their grip on the side of the table, and relaxing your clenching grip on your partner’s cock.

“There we go. Mucho mejor.” Raul sighed, easing more of himself inside you as you loosened enough to accommodate him.

“Sorry. Not as much prep as usual.” You grunted beneath him as he worked his length into you, pulling out slightly, before shoving forward in a repeated process, until his hips met your ass, and he was seated completely inside.

“No te disculpes, mi amado.”

Raul began to move, pulling out halfway, before shoving back inside, working up a steady rhythm that had you panting against the workbench.

“Te sientes tan bien a mi alrededor.” Raul groaned, “So warm, es divino.”

Your legs began to feel numb under his pulsing movement, his pace quickening as you loosened your grip around his length. You grunted as his tip prodded a pressure point deep inside you, feeling your cock jerk upwards in response to the burst of blinding pleasure. Your hole clenched at him at the same time, the grip making him stutter and lose his building momentum.

“Mierda.” He cursed, “There it is. Prepárate.”

When your grip eased enough for him to pull out, he almost completely left you, before shoving right back in, to that same spot. You moaned out against the table, fingers aching from their harsh grip on the metal’s edge, and tightened around your partner’s cock once again. A hand grasped at the inside of your right thigh, encouraging you to rest one knee up on the table, and you relented as Raul pulled away from you again, leaving just the tip inside.

Raul’s hands gripped you tight, one at your hip, holding your leg in place, as the other held fast to your chest, his body bending around yours, slotting you together like a puzzle piece.

There was no time to grip at him with this new angle as he shoved deep inside you once more, and you were left gasping beneath him at the new-found depth.

Raul was hammering into that spot within you now, the head of his cock prodding your sensitive prostate, battering it into submission as he felt the frustration of the day ebbing with each stroke, leaving room for him to build to another sensation. You were floundering now, mind foggy with each repetitive burst of pleasure he was forcing on you. Your grounded leg shook, feeling like jelly beneath you as you felt a pressure deep inside you threaten to spill over.

Each shove of his length against you pile-drove you towards your orgasm. You were sputtering beneath him, vision going dark and hazy with pleasure when you felt the hand at your hip leave you, venturing down below the table.

“Termina por mi.” Raul grunted out as his hand brushed your cock, grasping your hardened length and stroking roughly over you.

It was too much.

The sensations, of him deep inside you, knocking against your most sensitive place, around you, wringing your release from you before you could utter a sound of surprise.

“Ahora.” He growled, and his hand squeezed down hard at the head of your cock, just as his hips thrust hard inside you, burying himself to the hilt with his tip mashing into your prostate.

The world faded around you as your eyes filled with stars, as you felt your leg give out beneath you, collapsing fully onto the table as you writhed with overwhelming bliss. Raul’s body was all that was holding you up against the bench, his hard cock still nestled inside you as you clenched wildly around him, palm still caressing your cock as it pulsed against it, spurting your cum down onto the floor.

You panted, trembling, as he wrung the last bits of release from you, your ass still trying to squeeze tiredly at him as he slowly pulled out.

Your partner’s hands steadied you on the workbench, helping you to get your legs back underneath yourself. You looked back with half-lidded eyes as his hands left you, in favor of himself.

“Espera un momento, por mi.”

Raul’s hand wrapped around his own cock, still hard and pulsing, still coated in slick, and he stroked over himself quickly.

“Hold still, mi amado.” He grunted, and you let out a sigh of contentment as you felt his release spill onto your back. You hummed in encouragement as you heard his breathing stutter behind you.

Raul nearly collapsed onto you, bracing one hand on the workbench as he leaned over your body and milked the last of his cum from his dick, spurting the last of it onto your searing skin, slick with your sweat.

The two of you simply stilled for a moment, breathing hard. You felt his hot breath spill over your back, then his hand, as he rubbed over your shoulder to the nape of your neck, stroking soothingly over your smooth skin until you both had caught your breath.

“Eres tan perfecto para mi.” You heard him whisper, and you smiled. You’d heard that one a time or two as well.

Perfect for him.

Your chest warmed at the sentiment, but before you could respond, he was rising to his feet behind you. It ended as it began, as you heard his footsteps echo around the room, drawers and doors being opened, closed, all while you waited, draped over the workbench, coated in sweat and bliss and him.

Raul came back to you, a clean rag in hand, and wiped his release from your back, and the slick from your ass. Your teeth gritted at the feel of the rough cloth against your sore, battered entrance, and Raul touched your shoulder with a kiss.

“You alright, mijo?”

“Mmhm.”

You nodded, sitting up and facing him, leaning back against the workbench as you watched him wipe himself clean. He tossed the rag aside and handed you a water as he sat back against the workbench right beside you.

“Thanks.” You gulped it down greedily, handing back the last bit of it so he could finish it off.

“Time for bed, eh?”

You nodded to him again, and let Raul lead you back to your shared bed in the other room, your legs still unsteady from the exertion of your dual orgasms.

“I wasn’t too rough with you, right, amado?”

Raul asked as he climbed into bed beside you.

You scooted over to him immediately, wrapping an arm around his waist, settling your head against his warm chest.

“No, baby, that was perfect.”

You felt his muscles relax beneath you.

“Perfecto para mi.” You added, a grin at your lips as you felt him release a chuckle.

“Glad to hear it.”

Your eyes closed at that, a warm pleasantness settling over you, beckoning you to sleep.

…

“Say, boss, I didn’t know you spoke Spanish.”

Your eyes rolled from beneath closed lids, and Raul chuckled again.

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