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Herman sinks a finger into her languidly, breathing deeply through his nose at the feel of her—not a virgin, obviously. Snug, though, and wondrously hot with her slick.

Her response is weak, barely a whimper, and he adds another finger just to hear that sound again. “More, Sir…”

It feels like an awkward dance—almost: the way he has to move with her to keep her upright. She shakes against him, grinding and thrusting her hips against his fingers with enough vigor to make her pant—the eroticism makes his breathing come heavy as well, his breath stirring the baby-hairs framing her face.

“Just there, almost…!” She gasps just moments before he feels the tight contractions around his fingers, the muscles in her body going taut and her legs shaking until they buckle beneath her.

He grunts at her sudden collapsed weight in his arms, awkwardly using his knee to aid his effort to keep her upright as she begins to shiver, whisper to him, groan in appreciation… it’s all sort of a blur, if he’s honest.

Maybe it’s the final realization of what he’s just done, that this is all permanent and real and… he’s just done it. Herman thinks that the worst of this all is that he wants it again. Oh, God, does he want it again…

It takes him a moment to see her, really see her, and when he does he realizes that she’s cleaning herself off with his undershirt before shimmying back into her cotton panties. Spotlessly white, of course.

Herman watches her, still labored of breath, still exposed with his vault suit opened and his undershorts yanked down his hip.

She’s radiant in her youth, her amber skin flushed in post-coital, her hair haphazardly free from its formerly prim pony-tail, her dark eye-makeup smeared from sweat and emotionless tears.

There is something attractive about this: her—the ruined visage of this star-student; seeing her filthy and disheveled, so unlike her true self, makes a strange swell of breath lift his chest.

He begins to tuck himself back into his armor, struggling with shaking fingers on some of the latches before she’s there in front of him, working with quick flicks of her fingers, strapping him in securely.

And then Kate kisses him, a kiss that makes him nervous, makes his heart thump uncomfortably hard and precise against his ribcage. She tastes of him, bitter and salty, and it disgusts him—yet he still can’t help but grab greedy handfuls of her to pull her closer into the kiss.

She pulls away in a breathless flurry of movement, her lips shining and deeply pink from his vigor. Kate’s got that sparkle in her eye, the one that enraptures him instantly—makes him wonder what she’ll do with him next.

Kate is fast as she snatches her hand out to grasp him between his thighs, wrenching a horrified gasp from Herman as she grips his cock tightly through his vault suit—just firmly enough to rouse him once more after a few strokes.

She burns her devilish eyes into his for a moment before she gives her lips a quick lick, leaning up towards his ear on her very tip toes.

“Give Pepper a big kiss for me, eh Manny?” She whispers, and his heart breaks.

I feel like a wiener for not writing a summary for the story with the tags. I totally forgot until I saw the summary you wrote FOR me in delicious, which was actually perfect and to the point, but still! Sorry for being oblivious and thank you for the summary! <3

Come back... pretty pretty please with sugar on top? :)

OH
MY
GOD

iloveyouanoniloveyouiloveyouiloveyou

WHY ARE YOU SO PERFECT?

ASDFGHJKL: *flails*

Wow, A!A. Well done.

Ahahaha oh A!A yes. Your Butchvoice. Your dialogue. Please don't stop.

A!A, the things you do-- I- how- THIS FIC... I MUST FLEE IN AWE.

Amazing colors!

dear anon, would you mind if i translate your fic into russian and post it on another resource? the reference to the original will be given.

Oh my gosh I laughed so hard at this! I started giggling as soon as I realised what book it was. THIS IS MAGNIFICENT, A!A. I'll be over here if you need a kidney, or my firstborn child or anything.

POTENTIALLY EXTRAORDINARILY UPSETTING FOR PARENTS
Characters: Vulpes, Boone, F!Courier
Kinks: None
Pairing: None
Summary: The Courier delivers Boone's baby six months after being captured by the Legion.
Author's note: Not quite following the prompt (this isn't really about Boone, or even the Courier), but I got this idea after watching a nature documentary about a mother bear and her cubs.

The child was not his. Vulpes Inculta had held no illusions about the parentage of Leah's baby for the entirety of her pregnancy. The girl's true father was Craig Boone, a man whose body had not yet been removed from its gibbet. Six months since his death, and his bones still served as a warning for those who would defy the Legion

Leah had been Boone's whore, as she was now Vulpes'. She did not think of herself as such, in her mind, she was a romantic heroine, torn between lovers and loyalties amidst a civil war.

She was a silly girl. She was not so beautiful as she believed herself to be, not the temptation she thought she was. She had dreamed of convincing Vulpes that that the Legion's ways were wicked, swaying his loyalties and bringing him to the light. She had wanted to save him.

He did not need saving.

So she had fucked Craig Boone and when he died, she came happily to Vulpes' side, her small mind full of fantasies about true love, eloping, and a life lived happily-ever-after. She was delighted at her pregnancy, delighted at the notion that some piece of her dead lover would live on in her child.

She had, nevertheless, tried to convince Vulpes that the child was his. Her attempts at subterfuge were childish in their transparency. She was an idiotic whore, he did not love her, and her bastard was not his.

He still laughed to think of their first nights together. She had expected gentleness and affection. She wanted to be ravished in the way that women in romance novels were ravished, desire tempered by true love; dominance with the sharp edges filed down. He had, instead, bound her to his bed and fucked her. There was no tenderness, and for her, no pleasure. He was laying claim to her, not expressing his undying love.

He had not known, then, that she was pregnant with another man's child.

The baby was an ugly thing, red- faced and shriveled, just an hour old. Far too large to be a six month baby. Any doubt about her parentage was erased by her size.

Vulpes lifts the child from her sleeping mother's breast to examine her. Her eyes were blue, unclear and unfocused. She did not seem to see him, though his face was inches from hers. She seemed slow, and how could she not be? Her parents were not clever people.

Though Craig Boone is the girl's father, she will bear Vulpes' name. That is the way of the Legion: the man who owns the mother of a newborn is responsible for the child.

Th Legion has other customs. It is the right of a father to cull children he does not want. It is a privilege seldom exercised, as the Legion has need of every healthy child.

But the girl, the pathetic, weak, squalling child was not his. She was Leah's daughter, Leah's last tie to the life that she left for dead.

Vulpes was the baby's legal father, but it was not his child.

He drowned the baby in the washbasin. She did not struggle, and he knew it was for the best.

A weak thing, borne of a weak woman. Leah would bear other children, sons and daughters worthy of their place in the Legion.

He returned the dead thing to its place on its mother's breast and left the tent. He had more important business than his whore and her ugly child.

Not the other commenter, I just want to make that clear! This is entirely unrelated to the story the other guy is promising.

“When you said you wouldn't sleep with anyone else,” he said slowly. “You were just saying things you thought I wanted to hear.” He spoke softly, as if it were a question.

This is exactly how I always thought Charon would react...he can't believe that anyone would love him (and he's soo lovable) so would take a lot of convincing. He acts tough but we all know he's hopelessly in love with 101.

This is wonderful and hot, and has a great relationship dynamic.

OMG, I loved this. Your descriptions are fantastic, particularly the little details about their body language.

And I'm glad someone filled this fantastic prompt. The meme needs more vintage lingerie. Heck, the world needs more vintage lingerie.

Ice cold and completely in character. Loved it.

Is the title from Fujiya & Miyagi?

Arcade managed to dodge most of the team's questions that evening. Yes, Butch had given him a fun time. No, he probably wasn't boyfriend material. No, he did not want to explain sore spots in his sexual history or what he had done to make Boone describe him as "so tight-assed he must have problems being gay", nor did he care to opine on any offense caused to his ego that Vulpes Inculta hadn't deigned to show up.

"Look," said the Courier once she started feeling sorry for him. "This isn't working out for anyone. We all need our privacy, and we've gotten caught up in something that denies us not only that, but our sanity. I never should have even dignified the title by using it to begin with, but our best bet is to get it over with in one fell swoop."

"I could judge", offered Raul. "That could end it quick."

Arcade shook his head.

"It's bad enough that I think less of a teammate, no need for you to as well."

"Then who?" the Courier asked. "Who would actually be tiring enough to convince these idiots to give up?

"Or what..."

Raul, Arcade and the Courier turned to look at Veronica.

"Hey, I'm serious. Whenever our classes would have a contest back at home, they always used a robot to judge, since teachers would be biased. Couldn't we do something like that here?"

The Courier considered Veronica's suggestion seriously, despite Arcade rolling his eyes. Boone for one might be put off at the idea of having to have sex in front of a robot- she knew that Yes Man's giant grin or Victor's cheerful chatter would certainly put her off. In front of a robot- or else with one, if she could think of one capable. As a matter of fact, she could.

"Alright", announced the Courier, "I think I have a solution. Which one of you wants to announce it?"

A!A here.

Thank you, this Charon is actually one of the more receptive one I've written. There's so many different ways to interpret him, I love it.

A!A here.

Thanks, so glad you enjoyed it. The meme does need more pretty undies!

You're welcome :)

Holy wow. I mean wow. Perfect.

Yep. What would really happen to Int <= 3 f!Couriers.

Aaaaaand this makes my entire life. <3 ...oh boy.

Just gonna repeat what u said about this on tumblr: this is so, so good. You have a real eye for bleak realism.

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