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(F!LW/Fawkes) Good Vibrations (1a/1)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-21 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)Characters: F!LW, Fawkes, Bael
Relationship: het, F!LW/Fawkes
Kinks: object insertion, anal play, oral, facials, size, super mutant
Fic Series: Jinx
(A/N: Yeah, kicking off the fillathon with the first new piece of super mutant smut!)
Paladin Bael stands straight at attention, reminding himself to keep his knees unlocked even as his back remains ramrod-stiff inside the unyielding power armor enclosing his form. His gaze remains fixated on a particularly fascinating blotch of rust on the wall across from him, and he imagines if he spends enough time staring at it, it might start growing.
Fucking guard duty.
At least standing guard outside the Citadel gave him a chance to feel the breeze, look across the water and occasionally chat with the other Brotherhood soldiers. But this is just embarrassing, guarding a seemingly innocuous stretch of hallway. A plain old ‘make-work’ light duty to those who don’t know any better, a pitiful demotion from his previous position. But to those who do know better…
It’s even more embarrassing.
He is guarding the sex toy closet.
Not that Elder Lyons will ever call it that; it is the ‘Miscellaneous Prewar Technological Devices’ storage room, for ‘miscellaneous’ devices that, despite their innovation and scientific merit, simply have no function beyond the lewd and obscene. The sorts of things that enterprising young scouts might find in their travels, bring back, and either get confiscated or studied to plumb the depths of their lack of utility in the modern Wasteland.
Of course, once obtained… it is not so simple to dispose of them. Simply destroying the items represents the destruction of prewar knowledge; something the Brotherhood, even in their altered vision, simply cannot abide. Selling them to wandering traders (such as that unsettling Crazy Wolfgang, with all his innuendo regarding his ‘junk,’) would do little for the Brotherhood’s reputation. And simply leaving the storage closet unlocked and unguarded acts as temptation for the more lascivious-minded of the initiates to go exploring…
Hence, the lock. Hence, the guard. Hence, his current embarrassing position.
He never should have mouthed off to the mutie, he thinks forlornly. That was when all the trouble started. It had been bad enough to be clocked by a girl who barely stands five feet in height, but when the girl in question was the Lone Wanderer, and she was friends with Sarah Lyons, and even Gallows—fucking Gallows, the person who will go out to hunt and kill super mutants in his fucking spare time—even Gallows somehow likes her…
He doesn’t even know if the Lone Wanderer ever asked them to cash in a favor for her. Or maybe just getting on the little girl’s shit list was enough to get him on Sarah’s shit list and get him a lecture on antagonizing allies of the Brotherhood—
Shit. Either way, here he is guarding the sex toy closet. What a fucking joke.
Like an evil demon summoned by dark thoughts, he even sees her traipsing up the hall. She’s dressed in some fucking merc adventurer outfit, thumbs hooked through her belt loops and laughing as she talks to the monster man that everyone calls her ‘companion.’ Bael bets she’s fucking him, too. At least she’s not wearing the armor Lyons gave her; dressing a Wasteland scavenger up in Brotherhood armor does not make them Brotherhood to Bael’s eyes. Especially since she has her hair dyed like a raider, blood-red and half shaved in the most unladylike hairstyle he’s ever seen. Her eyes meet his, and she stops mid-sentence to cock her head at him.
“Hey. Thought you were off today,” she says in mild surprise. The super mutant just stays silent, a half-step behind the little Wanderer. The dog has no such boundaries, instead trotting up to sniff at Bael’s greaves. He hopes it doesn’t try pissing on him again.
“My duties have taken me elsewhere,” he grits, trying to decide if she is aware of just what he is guarding.
(F!LW/Fawkes) Good Vibrations (1b/1)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-21 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)“Brotherhood technology,” he replies stiffly. “None of your concern, Wastelander.” He still remembers her metal-clad knuckles against his jaw, and wishes he had bothered putting on his helmet this morning.
Her eyes narrow at that, but she forces a smile to her face. It is far too bright and polished, too warm and patently genuine to be anything close to honest. “Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot before, but let’s try to get past that, okay? Let’s pretend you never tried shoving me off the gates or insulting Fawkes here, and I’ll pretend I never fed you a knuckle sandwich. Good deal?”
Bael neither confirms nor denies her odd request, instead locking his gaze back on that fascinating rust patch.
Puffing her cheeks out, she slowly exhales as if cleansing herself of all doubt. “Fine. Here goes nothing then.” She twirls in place, hair whipping against her cheek as she claps her hands to her face in mock shock. “My goodness! A stranger! Hello there, my name is Jinx! What’s yours?” Shoving her hand out, she pats at the side of his arm until, reluctantly, he takes the offered handshake.
“I am Bael. Hail and well met, Wastelander,” he grates in awkward mimicry of the more outgoing Brotherhood members. Surely she knows he cannot be anything but polite to her now, after all—not after she became an honorary member of the Pride, or became known as the girl to bring clean water to the Wasteland. This forced geniality only rubs salt on the wound.
She laughs like a child, oblivious to his seething. “Nice to meet you too! Say, have you ever—“
“Paladin Bael.” Bael recognizes the voice as Gallows, even before the stealth specialist walks into view. Outsiders might have difficulties telling Brotherhood members apart under their armor, but even if Bael did not see the distinctive marks (a few scuffs here, a carefully scratched set of notches under the chest…) only Gallows can sneak so quietly while in full armor. “Allow me to have a word with you.”
Shit. Somehow, he’s in trouble again. And somehow, he just knows it’s her fault.
. . .
Watching Irving Gallows all but drag Bael away by his ear, Jinx turns to cock her eyebrow at Fawkes.
“So…” she drawls, letting the syllable hang in the air. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“But Jinx, where will we ever find enough whipped cream?” the meta human asks amiably, the bass rumble of his speech sending a pleasant shiver through her body. His expression is perfectly deadpan.
Sticking her tongue out, she swats his arm playfully. “No, you goof. I just want to see what’s behind the mystery door…” She is already pulling a bobby pin from under her shirt, one of the half dozen she keeps clipped to the front of her tank top.
“Thieving from the heart of the Citadel is not a good way to repay friends,” Fawkes says disapprovingly, crossing his arms.
“Not friends,” she wheedles. “Just Bael. And I don’t want to steal anything. Just see what’s so interesting back there…”
His mild frown is the sternest rebuke he can muster. “You are aware that curiosity killed the cat?”
“More likely that was the bombs. After all, irradiated cats only have nine half-lives...” Her voice trails off as she gives him a pleading look, crossing her legs and sticking out her lower lip. “C’mon. Please?”
(F!LW/Fawkes) Good Vibrations (1c/1)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-21 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)“I love you so much…” she murmurs, a grin stretching across her features as she pulls out a Stealth Boy. Strapping the device to her wrist, she presses the button to activate its field, bending light waves about her form. Now little more than a ripple in the air, she pulls a screwdriver from the front pocket of her trousers. Carefully angling the bobby pin into the lock, she jimmies the screwdriver into position, slowly twisting until she feels the click of tumblers sliding into place. The entire process is quickly done; little more time spent than if she had the key in hand. With one last peek down both sides of the hallway, she cracks the door open and eases her way in. Checking to make sure there is both a handle and a lock on the inside (and keenly aware that even her reputation with the Brotherhood won’t relieve her from any pointed questions if she locks herself inside), she shuts it behind her.
She taps the light on for her Pip-Boy, letting the pale white glow illuminate the darkened closet. It is little more than a cubby, narrow walls lined with metal shelves filled with boxes. Out of curiosity, she pulls one of the boxes out. There is no lid, so what greets her eyes are—
Penises. Of every shape, size, and color, including several not found in nature. In shock and wonder, she reaches in, pulling out a neon blue phallus with a ridged base. Then, battling between an entirely inappropriate giggle and a desire for more research—purely for science, of course—she sets it back, pulling out another one. This one is of some soft, pink rubber-like material, wobbling in her grip and swaying like some sort of obscene dancer. A little closer examination shows that there is a dial near the bottom, and she twists it to the side, curious to see what happens.
Bzz!
Nearly dropping it in shock, it takes only a few moments for Jinx to realize the potential of her new discovery. And from the dust gathered about, none of these have seen any use in quite a while, so she feels no guilt in rummaging about for the best finds. She figures she can always ask Sarah why on earth the Brotherhood feels the need to keep a closet full of sex toys (because if they have been throwing orgies, she certainly hasn’t gotten any invitations), but it is far more fun to simply explore. Judging by the lack of any inventory sheet, she bets she can pretty much waltz out with whatever catches her fancy. Fortunately, there are designs beyond the basic phallus to catch her attention.
Of course, not all the prewar technology is quite up to snuff; she immediately discards any objects that feel tacky or sticky to the touch, like ancient chemicals are slowly leaching through cheap synthetic material. She also quickly rules out anything that she cannot easily stuff in her pack—a restriction, alas, that forces her to leave behind an interesting looking chair in one corner of the room, all smooth lines and oiled rocking mechanism.
Still… she finds more than enough intriguing items to make it worthwhile. Treasure trove hidden away in her pack, she sneaks out again, careful to relock the door behind her.
. . .
There is mischief in her eyes and a spring in her step when she rejoins Fawkes in the Brotherhood canteen. A passing initiate nearly chokes on his coffee as Jinx flings herself at the super mutant, kissing behind his ear and running her tongue over its outer shell, lightly biting the tender lobe between her teeth.
“You’re in a good mood,” he says softly, stroking his hand down her back. His thumb grazes over the wing-like bones of her scapula before tracing the gentle curve of her spine.
(F!LW/Fawkes) Good Vibrations (1d/1)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-21 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)When they leave, Jinx’s gait is loose-limbed and easy, hips swaying as if about to burst into dance at any moment. It’s the kind of thing that used to frustrate him, back when they first met—never quite able to understand the blurred boundaries she holds between friendship and intimacy—but now it frustrates him in an entirely different way. Laughing and innocent, but still moving like she is trying to incite every carnal fantasy he’s ever held…
The difference is now, he thinks she does it on purpose.
“So what did you find?” he asks impatiently. While he generally believes a calm heart must prevail, it is difficult to be calm when his diminutive companion giggles as if she stuffed an entire wrapper of Fancy Lad snack cakes in her mouth.
She licks her lips, the moisture making them shine under the unrelenting sun. “Something… fun.” Waggling her eyebrows, she gives a cheerful half-skip that sends pebbles flying in the dust.
“It would be well if you elaborated.”
“I think it’ll be more fun if I show you.” Despite that claim, the way she hugs herself, practically squirming with delight, makes him suspect she just enjoys having a secret.
“So when will I get to see it?”
“Tonight. I promise.” Her eyes are pale and glowing, shining like stars in the shade of her hand as she scans the horizon. “As soon as we’re home in Megaton and I get a chance to clean up a bit.”
The rest of the journey is spent in maddening silence—at least, silent on the mystery of what she has in store. She is more than happy to babble about anything and everything else under the sun, from wondering what deathclaws must have evolved from before the war (her hypothesis being that they had been bioengineered and designed as weapons, let loose after the bombs fell) to whether or not the agriculture program at Rivet City will ever succeed in making strawberries widely available. (Which she hopes; she confesses that strawberries were her favorite food from Vault 101’s hydroponics division.)
But on the subject of just what, exactly, she ‘liberated’ from the Brotherhood storeroom, she refuses to speak. Instead, she laughs and skates about the edges of the topic. If he didn’t care for her so, it would make him want to…
“Want to pin me down and fuck me yet?” she asks, skipping over a small stone. He can’t see her face, as she has hopped just out of the edge of his reach (a distance he is sure she calculated beforehand), but there is laughter bubbling under the genial words, and an extra roll of her hip before she peeks coyly over one shoulder.
“Absolutely not,” he denies. “Why would I reward you for your bad behavior?”
“Because you love me,” is her easy response, twirling to face him with her arms out, spinning like a bird on the breeze. “And why punish yourself for my misbehaving?” She runs her tongue over her lip, the soft pink startlingly pale against the darkness of her skin.
“You are insufferable.”
(F!LW/Fawkes) Good Vibrations (1e/1)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-21 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)He groans, feeling his body respond to her words in spite of himself. The physiological responses of desire, yes; his heartbeat accelerating, a thrum pulsing through his veins as he feels the blood rush downward, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight. But he tries to keep himself calm, keeping himself grounded in the mental discipline that allowed him to endure his years of confinement.
“You are far too cavalier,” he says at last, lowering his gaze to meet hers. Her eyes are bright and deceptively innocent, pupils dilated. “You do realize I could… hurt you. Any time I lose control. Like that first time…” His voice trails off awkwardly, and he feels the distance of years and untold experience yawning between them.
“I told you, I liked it,” Jinx says gently, closing the space between them with a squeeze of his arm. “We both had a good time. And from what I’ve heard, well.” She shrugs, biting her lip as she beams a smile upward. “The first time is awkward for lots of people. And sometimes hurts just a little.”
“It would not have hurt at all if I hadn’t—“
She slaps his hand lightly, scolding, “Hey, hey! Enough of that. It was still fun. And we’ve had lots of fun things since then. Don’t act like you always have to apologize for being, well, bigger.”
“I am starting to suspect you have a size kink,” he says, the intended joke falling flat due to his morose tone.
Squeezing his hand firmly, she challenges, “So what if I do? I first liked you because you made me feel safe. And maybe part of that’s because you can carry me like a baby. But I wanted to kiss you and climb all over you even before I learned what you’re packing below the waist.” Her free hand ruffles through her hair, making the red plume stand up like the crest of some barbaric war-helmet. “I like what I like, Fawkes. And I’m not exactly going to apologize for that.”
“I never meant—“ The words die in his throat, and he gives a defeated sigh. She sighs too, shoulders slumping before she suddenly halts, pulling his arm. Small as she is, she can’t possibly stop him unless he lets her; but he always lets her, used to letting her have her own way. She pulls him down to her level, forcing him into a kneeling position, the grey grit of the Wasteland digging into his knees as she pushes her mouth to his. He parts his lips, and she sets upon him like she intends to devour him with lips and tongue. She is hot and wet, tasting faintly of salt but under it is sweetness, like Nuka Cola or ant nectar. Her arms twist around his neck now, pulling him closer and moaning as he wraps his hands around her legs, lifting her up and parting her thighs around the barrel of his chest as he straightens up.
Time pauses under the warm sunlight; it is just her body wrapped around his, him standing tall and kissing her deeply, madly, feverishly, thinking that at any moment this could all just vanish, a cruel fantasy spun by years of darkness and isolation back in his little underground cell… but her weight, while scant, is reassuringly real. The way she breathes against his cheek, breath rasping across the skin and the residual ache in his knees from pressing into the dirt, all of these are things he lacks the imagination to conjure. This moment is real. Everything is real.
(F!LW/Fawkes) Good Vibrations (1f/1)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-21 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)“I love you, you big idiot,” she mutters, pressing her cheek against his neck as if embarrassed by that confession. “I’m not always easy to love. I touch people too much. I’m nosy. I talk too much. But I love you, even if I’m a pain in the ass. At least I’m your pain in the ass.”
He laughs weakly, chuckling as he squeezes her close, just gently rocking her back and forth in his arms. “I appreciate that.”
When he finally sets her down, the rest of the walk goes much more easily. That strange, almost-fight has drained much of Jinx’s mischief and allows for a more companionable silence. They reach Megaton not long after nightfall, the pale moon’s glow beckoning them on. When they reach the entrance of their Megaton house, Jinx immediately shoos Fawkes upstairs.
“Go read or something. I have to clean off the surprise, then I’ll get you.” She dances around the edge of their giant heart-shaped bed to grab two books off the shelf, not even bothering to read their titles before pressing them into Fawkes’ hands. Bemused at how easily she commands him, he obediently walks up the stairs, the metal panels echoing under his feet. Idly, he reflects that masochism and submission are two very different things; masochistic streak aside, she is always so demanding…
He thinks back to that moment in the sunlight, and her hungry mouth against his. The way she felt, the way she always feels so warm and eager under his hands, never shying away from embracing him with the entirety of her form. The way her kisses feel like rain against his chest. The way her body curves along his, and how much he loves her.
Examining the two books she brought him, he decides against reading Frankenstein. Neruda suits his mood much better, the poetry feeding his heart. The copy they have provides the Spanish side by side with its English translation, and he likes tracing the parallels between the languages. Like puzzle pieces slowly fitting together, he maps the poems, each word forming a new piece in his linguistic construction. This is a book he does not want to share with the Brotherhood; fortunately, he doubts they would be interested.
Downstairs, he hears a high-pitched cry of “No, Dogmeat! Leave it alone!” followed by a canine whine. “Okay, good boy! Chew that instead!” Then her footsteps up the stairs, and her bursting through the door. “Fawkes, I’m ready! Come downstairs with me, please?” She bites her lip endearingly, hooking her fingers together and squeezing her breasts between her arms like a prewar pin-up. It’s a familiar pose, but no less charming for the fact he has seen it over a hundred times. He shuts the book, setting it aside and pulling her into his lap. Jinx moves into him, thighs spread as she nuzzles close, lips tracing the lines of his chest.
“Kiss me first,” he requests.
She happily obliges, head tilting upward and mouth already parted. This time, he takes the lead, squeezing one hand under her legs, cupping where the curve of her buttocks meets the flesh of her thigh. He can feel the heat of her groin against his fingers, and instinctively curls upward, grinding at her through the increasingly damp fabric. She moans against his mouth, thrumming like electricity as he nuzzles her lips. Then he bears down, slipping his other hand up the edge of her shirt, feeling bare skin and the gentle curve of her belly before she breaks away, breathing heavily and pushing to her feet.
(F!LW/Fawkes) Good Vibrations (1g/1)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-21 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)“What are these?”
“Sex toys!” she exclaims, bright and cheerful. Plopping herself beside them, she spreads her legs wide, letting him glimpse the pink flash of her slit as she eagerly wiggles. “Look, I cleaned them and think it would just be completely fantastic to—“
“Am I not pleasing you?” he asks, wounded and hurt. Picking up one of the silicone toys, he hesitantly holds it by his erection, noting that it is both shorter and thinner than his own equipment.
Immediately, she rolls to her knees, kissing his thigh and running one hand over the tender flesh of his balls. “Love, no. That’s not what I meant. I just… I was thinking it would be fun. Variety. Something to do with you.” She rises to her feet, kissing his erection and working her way up his belly before squeezing close. “I know you like that one position, the one where I’m on top and leaning back so you can watch your cock go in and out…”
He nods, warm memories rushing through his mind. The way her thighs fit over his hips, and her tilting back, shifting her weight onto her hands so he can see her breasts bounce, then looking down to see his thick flesh pushing in and out, slick and vanishing into the tightness of her body like a dirty magic trick. His soft groan gives her further encouragement.
“So these are just… spice. Addition. Some things we normally can’t or don’t do.”
He picks up the metal bulb, hefting its weight and thinking about just where it should go. Shaped too awkwardly for good penetration, but a flared base; he finds himself eyeing the curve of her ass as he says, “I am listening.”
“So I want to use these with you,” she admits, her blush turning her cheeks from burnt sugar to dark rose. “I don’t want to put anything in or on me unless you approve it. And whenever you want to stop or slam your cock in me, we can do that.”
“I don’t want to slam my cock in you,” he sighs, dick throbbing under the half-lie as she laughs. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“So you won’t hurt me. You’ll be making me feel good, I promise. I’ll tell you if it’s not. But hurt…” She bites her lip, voice trailing off. “I kind of want you to be dominant, for tonight. You don’t have to be sadistic, but I want you in charge. I want you to take charge of my pleasure. Like that day when all you’d give me was oral—“
“I was not attempting to…!” Fawkes protests, ears burning. He can’t even bring himself to finish that sentence, choking on shame mixed with furtive desire.
(F!LW/Fawkes) Good Vibrations (1h/1)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-21 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)It’s the please that undoes him, her desire melting away his reservations. Because yes, he wants to pleasure her, but he always feels so dirty, shameful for taking her innocent pleasures and bending them to his will, a way of having her allow him inside her body. He wants to fit pieces of himself and these toys into her, filling her to the brim.
But looking at her face, her lips half-parted with lust and her eyes glazed, he knows her pleasures are far from innocent.
So he leans in, kissing her lips and pushing her back onto the bed. “Fine. But I want you to promise that if you want to stop, or anything is too much, you’ll tell me.”
“Fawkes, I love you. Normally you have a harder time shutting me up than getting me to talk,” she chuckles, returning the kiss and crossing her wrists over her head with a sigh.
The first item that gets his attention is that odd little bead. Pink and egg-shaped, it looks positively tiny in his massive hand, but when he flicks the switch attached to its long cord, the egg starts vibrating. With a pleased grunt, he drops the switch, just holding the egg in his left hand. Her thighs are already coated with clear honey, slick lubrication leaking down as she tilts her hips upward. Slipping a finger into her cunt elicits a soft moan, then a louder one as he curls it upward. He gives a long, slow lick to her clit, flicking upward and over her wealth of dark curls before setting the buzzing egg directly against her clitoris.
The results are immediate, her body clenching about him even as she tries squirming upward, as wriggly and evasive as when he tries to give her oral. So he pulls his fingers out of her, spreading his hands over her belly and pinning her in place. She struggles against his palm, hips bucking wildly as he presses the buzzer deeper against her folds, tilting it so the wider portion of the egg disperses its vibrations.
“Oh fuck—!” she screams, and he resists the urge to laugh at the power of this new toy, his initial hesitancy vanishing in the strength of her orgasm as she writhes beneath him. He presses it firmly back to her clit, rolling the egg so that forms wide, teasing strokes as she cries again, screaming and digging her hands into the coverlet, hands balling into tiny fists as she squeezes down. But when he tries to return the little egg directly to her clit, she groans, “No. It’s too sore right now. It’s gonna chafe.”
So he sets the toy aside, flicking its buzzer off and planting a light kiss on the soft pad of her vulva. Still panting, she raises her hips.
“Didn’t say I was done,” she says muzzily, smiling like a fallen angel.
“And I thought you were trusting me to please you,” he mock-growls, pressing his mouth to her belly because he knows she likes his breath across her skin. She shivers delightedly as he reaches for the mysterious metal object, just starting to realize its potential. He presses the cool bulb into her wet folds, slipping it upward and into her pussy.
Groaning, she tilts her hips upward, making access easier. “Feels heavy.” The soft gasp does not sound like a complaint though, as she is still gyrating slowly, biting her lip with frustration as it fails to completely hit the desired level of stimulation. “Fawkes, this one’s not so much fun. Maybe try—“
Her protest earns a long, sloppy lick to her clit, making her scream echo through the house. “Trust me.” His mouth and tongue relentlessly bear down on the sensitive nub, even as she cries that it’s too much, too intense, but her lips are lying even as she arches against him, her orgasm crashing all about her and ringing in her ears. She is so distracted by the feel of his mouth on her that she almost does not notice when he pulls out the metal bulb. But she does notice when that same bulb gently presses against her the puckered ring of her ass. All it does is press; like a finger to a button, the cool metal now warm and slick with her fluids.
(F!LW/Fawkes) Good Vibrations (1i/1)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-21 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)“Do you want me to stop?” He looks up at her, gazing at her eyes half-lidded and her cheeks flushed, her hair plastered to her scalp and lips parted with desire. Equal parts trepidation and lust; he’s never found her so desirable.
Her eyes close as she groans, long and throaty. “No. Please don’t stop. Just—be gentle.”
“I’ll never be anything but.” He kisses her belly with that promise, pushing the strange plug against her tight hole. Gently nudging it back and forth, barely more than a soft throb against the sphincter, he feels her start to relax with the unfamiliar sensation. Eventually, he feels her asshole dilate, relaxing to accommodate the metal bulb. Thrusting just a bit more, he is rewarded by seeing her ass envelope it, practically sucking it in as if hungry to be filled.
“Ah…” She sighs low and sweet, head rolling to the side. “That feels good.” Her eyes are pale slits of blue, just barely peeping out under her eyelids as she watches him watching her. “It feels dirty when you look at me down there.”
Deliberately, he turns his gaze down, one finger closing through the outer loop of the base and using it to push inward. “I like watching.” Jinx shivers as it thrusts in, the weight of the ball filling her rectum and softly, as if through padded gloves, stimulating the emptiness of her cunt. He watches her wet folds moisten even more, slick lubrication smeared all over her thighs and pussy lips. “I like watching you take things up your ass,” he murmurs, the dirty talk strange and heavy on his lips. But she seems to like it, giving another pleased shiver and starting to fondle her breasts, rolling the puckered nipples between her fingers. “I like watching you play with yourself.” Watching her is always a treat, her face both innocent and wanton as her practiced fingers immediately go towards whatever will bring her the most pleasure. She thrives on stimulation, excessive stimulation—and he loves to give it to her.
He’s very tempted to thrust inside her now, to fill her with his cock and ram hard and deep, pushing her limits until she gives that little half-gasp of pleasure mixed with pain and comes all around him, drumming her heels on his back and scratching his chest…
But watching her mouth hang open, breathing heavily and with her tongue just visible past her lips, gives him other ideas. So he lets go of the plug, and takes one of the other toys. It is a vaguely phallic rod with an upward-curving tilt, though it is a thing of sinuous lines rather than an outright penis shape. It is not a small toy, but it is significantly smaller—both thinner and shorter—than his own cock. So when he gently thrusts it into her, using it as a dildo, he is gratified to hear her moan with delight.
“I apologize for accusing you of having a size kink,” he says softly, still kissing her belly and running his tongue across her navel.
She giggles now, hands still cupping her breasts and squeezing them together as she wriggles. “I love you, you know. You are so much more than just a big green dick.” Her head tilts back as she sighs lustily, working her way through a teasing litany. “You’re also a nice big tongue—“ He flicks his tongue directly into her bellybutton, deliberately tickling her. Laughing, she continues. “You’re a pair of strong hands. You’re warm arms and soft lips and everything else I love.”
His thumb slips across a set of buttons at the base of the toy, and he presses one curiously. Rather than the vibrations he expected, it starts thrusting in his hand, pulsing in and out to mime fucking motions.
“Hey, I like this one too!” Jinx exclaims, though it changes to a surprised yelp as he hits another button, changing the rhythm to a faster, almost rumbling motion. Intrigued, he continues pressing the button, cycling through various movement patterns before settling on a rapid, vibrating thrust that makes Jinx’s eyes roll back and her tongue hang out. Releasing the toy, he is pleased to note that it is capable of hands-free stimulation.
(F!LW/Fawkes) Good Vibrations (1j/1)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-21 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)“Is that an order?”
“Yes.”
Her grin widens. “Then command me.”
Swallowing, he tries again. “Roll over for me. I want to—no, I am going to fuck your mouth.” He loves the feel of her mouth on his cock, but has never gotten to actually come from oral alone. Instead, they use it as an appetizer, foreplay before rubbing his cock between her thighs or slipping into her pussy.
Her response is gratifying, lithe body twisting under him as he releases her. He has to touch his hand to the pulsar toy to keep it in place, and she moans as she feels the heavy metal plug in her ass shift its weight, bearing down on her cunt and amplifying each thrust of the silicone object. But she manages to make herself to an awkward position on her hands and knees, facing him as the toy continues fucking her. It is an undignified position, but he decides that’s part of the charm; his little dancer made ungainly and clumsy by her own desire.
Fawkes sits back on the bed now, spreading his legs and letting her crawl between them. With her ass still angled upward, he can even watch the base of the toy move in and out as she starts licking his shaft. Cupping his erection with one hand, she lathers her tongue up and down, using broad strokes to coat every inch of him from base to tip in a slick layer of saliva. Then she actually starts sucking, stretching her lips over him and using her hand to twist up and down, covering the length that she can’t possibly take in her small mouth. She has to use her elbow to brace herself, propping it against the meaty pad of his upper thigh and shifting her weight over him. He likes it, her weight almost negligible through his thick skin but reassuringly there. He twists his hand through her hair, the unladylike mane making an excellent grip, but keeps his fingers loose; gently tugging, rather than controlling. A not so subtle reminder that he could just grab her and ram his cock down her throat.
But he won’t. He knows that, and she knows that—but there is still excitement in flirting with that danger zone.
She moans around his cock, her tongue tickling the sensitive glans and her breath hot around him. She’s getting sloppier, her strokes erratic as her head bobs up and down, lips plump and cheeks puffy as she continues sucking. He can tell she’s coming, body trembling, and decides to urge it along by shoving that toy just a little bit deeper. He gives it a gentle tap, and that extra centimeter of penetration does the trick, her hands shaking as she still tries to desperately stroke him to completion…
“Jinx,” he groans, one hand still twined against her scalp. “I want to—“ The idea feels wicked and degrading, but that’s part of why he wants it. He licks his lips, trying to gather the words for his desire.
She stops sucking for just a moment, barely more than a heartbeat as she draws back, kissing the thick vein pulsing under his cock. “You get to do whatever you want, Fawkes. You own me tonight.” It should sound lewd, lascivious—but her voice is so soft, and her breath puffs against his balls. It sounds almost like a prayer, and he re-examines that last statement.
Ownership. That’s what he wants.
(F!LW/Fawkes) Good Vibrations (1k/1)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-21 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)She sits there, still and obedient as he finishes emptying his balls. When at last he finishes, she opens her eyes and tentatively licks her lips, tasting the salt and musk of his semen. “It feels like so much more when it’s on here instead of down there,” she whispers, tracing a finger across a patch of come still sticky on her cheek and pressing it to her lips. She licks it clean and swallows, watching him through lowered lashes all the while.
He reaches past her, pulling out the toy that’s still thrusting, and flicks it off. Setting it aside, he decides they can clean up later. When he reaches for the metal loop of the plug, she shivers, shaking her head.
“No.” At his questioning look, she blushes. “I like it. I want to keep it in me tonight.”
“This wasn’t too…?” he asks, feeling hesitant even as he admires his own seed still coating her face like a form of abstract art.
“The only thing it was ‘too’ was too good not to try again,” she sighs, crawling on top of him and beginning to curl her head against his shoulder. She pauses, then asks, “When am I allowed to wipe it off? I want to cuddle, but don’t want to get you all sticky too.”
‘Allowed’ seems like such a strange word from her; she who is always in charge, the one that Brotherhood paladins and Megaton residents alike recognize as the true leader in their adventures. But he likes it, feeling a strange swelling of pride.
“Just a little longer. I want to watch it fall on your breasts.” Truthfully, he wouldn’t mind if she wipes it all off right now, but he wants to see how much further he can go with this newfound power in the bedroom. Obediently, she stays sitting up, and only wipes her face clean on the blanket after the first drop of jizz hits the slope of her chest.
“You know, we still have all those other toys to try…” he says thoughtfully.
Her laugh is like cola and whiskey, sweet and burning. “I look forward to it.”
(F!LW/Fawkes) Good Vibrations (1i/1i) (COMPLETE)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-21 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)When Bael finally returned to his post outside the sex toy closet, it was angry and upset. Gallows had given him a lecture (again) on proper conduct around Brotherhood allies, and then assigned him to cleaning duties. Cleaning duties. Cleaning the mess hall or mopping the floors would be bad enough, but Gallows ordered him to clean the sex toy closet.
Goddammit, he didn’t become a paladin just to clean off a bunch of prewar perverts’ plastic penises.
But that’s what Gallows commanded.
So when Bael enters the closet, rags and bucket of water in hand, he pays close attention to the floor, the wall, anything but the damn things he’s supposed to clean.
And he notices footprints in the dust, traces of a visitor to a secret place that no one is supposed to enter or even know about.
Staring at the footprints—boot prints, more like; not the distinctive grooved lines from metal armor—he also notices how small they are. And now that he is suspicious about someone else visiting the closet, he looks at the disturbed dust on the shelves, some of the boxes that haven’t been put back quite in line with the ancient layers of dirt that built up around them…
Fuck it, he decides with a groan. He’s not going to ask the Lone Wanderer to give them back.
Author’s Notes: The toys described came to my attention through these (NSFW) reviews.
Stronic Eins (”http://www.ohjoysextoy.com/stronic/”) (The thrusting toy)
Njoy Pure Plug (”http://www.ohjoysextoy.com/njoy/”) (metal butt plug)
a bullet vibe (”http://www.ohjoysextoy.com/bulletvibe/”)
Miscellaneous others were mentioned, but not actually used.
Re: (F!LW/Fawkes) Good Vibrations (1i/1i) (COMPLETE)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-21 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)Stronic Eins (http://www.ohjoysextoy.com/stronic/) (Thrusting toy)
Njoy Pure Plug (http://www.ohjoysextoy.com/njoy/) (metal butt plug)
a bullet vibe (http://www.ohjoysextoy.com/bulletvibe/)
Re: (F!LW/Fawkes) Good Vibrations (1i/1i) (COMPLETE)
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Re: (F!LW/Fawkes) Good Vibrations (1i/1i) (COMPLETE)
(Anonymous) 2014-03-21 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)I'll be in my bunk.
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