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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.
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Missed Me 4c/4
(Anonymous) 2014-12-15 06:01 am (UTC)(link)He realizes, upon the feel of her around him once again, that she must be aroused by this—by the pain and terror she has incited in him. With the next gasp of breath she allows him he only manages to choke out a sob of horror.
Kate begins to let out little sounds, the sounds he used to love—used to covet in the privacy of his mind; he manages to catch a small whisper of ‘you missed me’ as she leans down to bite at his jugular. Though it is hissed against his skin like a childish accusation—something he was not meant to hear.
“Missed me! MISSED ME!” She suddenly screams in his face, livid and shaking with the intensity of the hate in her eyes. She releases his throat finally, watching him gasp and choke greedily on the air that rushes through his lungs. She leans down to snarl disgustedly in his ear. “This serves you right—for fucking little girls…”
Herman can’t control his breathing, can’t calm down enough for the overwhelming, buzzing light-headedness to pass safely; he is spiraling into some sort of attack, he knows—maybe even a heart attack—but he cannot calm down! She is screaming and screaming at him, slapping and scratching at his face with all the anger she’s hidden from him since returning.
Is this because of Butch? Or maybe her father’s death? She cannot hate Herman so deeply that she would do this—can she?
His ejaculation springs up upon the both of them with no warning, though it is not something to be enjoyed or to derive a guilty euphoria from—it is something shriveled and defeated, something that sucks the life from his muscles and the lights from his eyes. He did not want it, he did not.
God, I didn’t want this.
Kate pauses as her weak, monotonous orgasm flushes through her womb, disappointing after all the effort she had put into it—though the thickness of Manny still inside her manages to give her hips a cheap shiver. Her muscles begin to burn from her previous fervor.
Her limbs wilt as she settles; the sick, rotting fury in her chest begins to cool back down to an aching simmer. She leans down to catch her breath against Herman’s slow rising chest—he is out cold, she knows, but that doesn’t sting with dissatisfaction as much as she thought it would.
Kate’s taken what she deserved rightfully, and he won’t live to mourn over his loss, so she doesn’t require anything more from him.
Missed Me 4d/4 (end)
(Anonymous) 2014-12-15 06:09 am (UTC)(link)Just in time, too, for a heated, crackling explosion bursts to her right. A bit of metal splinters from a burst pipe and catches raggedly on her arm—despite her dodge.
In a moment of something pesky and dangerous—perhaps sentimentality? Pity?—Kate pauses in her escape, grimacing against the blinding light of the next explosion that collapses the chamber beside the filter room. She looks down to Herman, mouth lying charmingly slack and his face, marred by her fingernails, facing up towards the weakening fluorescents.
She smiles down at him, kicking her boot at Herman’s limp right leg—the material of which has darkened to a deep, bloody maroon, maybe from a bit of metal that she dodged. Not fatal, she could tell from where she stood. He still has a chance.
It was a quick, thoughtless thing to unlock the cuffs around Manny’s wrists, even as the vital organs of the Vault—her Vault—began to fail and die around her in bursts of sparks and shrill keens of collapsing metal foundations.
It was silly, too. Herman Gomez would die here: he wouldn’t leave his family to perish, no matter what the direness of the situation.
Didn’t matter now. Kate would survive this, but the Vault? They would not.
So Kate did not spare him a last, final glance as she turned from her Vault and fled in the wake of its destruction. She let Manny die there, let Amata and Freddie die there—Ellen, too.
She did not look back for them, either.
It was done.
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Wow so I'm a twat. I had written the ending for this story quite some time ago, but neglected to post it. So for that, to those of you who read this story loyally and were disappointed, I'm very sorry. Here is the last of it, though not necessarily the last of Kate. Thank you for the support and feedback, this ultra-flaky A!A is unworthy and grateful.
P.S. Also a big shout-out to Fiona Apple's Criminal for inspiring the first installment, and The Dresden Dolls' Missed Me for inspiring this downer of a sequel.
Re: Missed Me 4d/4 (end)
(Anonymous) 2015-05-07 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)this has to be one of the best fills i've ever read and i'm surprised no one commented on that grand finale
your characters feel so alive and original, i just need to read more fics with kate right now
also thank you for introducing me to that great song from the dresden dolls!
Re: Missed Me 4d/4 (end)
(Anonymous) 2015-06-23 06:31 am (UTC)(link)HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME HURT THIS WAY, YOU INCREDIBLE WRITER FOR MAKING ME FEEL THIS WAY ABOUT FICTIONAL FUCKING CHARACTERS I AM NOT OKAY AND NEITHER IS THIS
{Becomes a puddle of emotion}