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Reboot My Mechanical Heart Pt. 1/?
(Anonymous) 2012-01-03 02:19 am (UTC)(link)Characters: Harkness, F!LW
Kinks: Non-con, Virginity
Relationship: Het
Summary: F!LW gets in a fist fight and Harkness has to subdue her.
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The lone wanderer slunk into one of the torn booths of the Muddy Rudder. With James now gone, nothing mattered. Alcohol and gunpowder were all that filled her senses anymore, all that made her feel alive. It was bad enough that her father was gone but the only other home she had was sealed away from her for good. Fuck the vault.
Sulking in her own pity was all that mattered right now.
"What's wrong, nosebleed?"
She looked over to see Butch hovering over. Just as drunk, or even more so than herself. She had to fight down the urge to just throw her vodka at him. It would have been a waste of twenty good caps.
"Beat it, DeLoria. I'm not in the mood." Her fists balled tightly underneath the wobbly table.
"Look, I know your dad is with the birds and all now, but girl you need to get over it."
Like it was that simple. "Go away, now." Her voice grew louder, catching the attention of a few drunken patrons.
"Hey! I didn't fuckin' bitch at you when my ma' died. Don't start gettin' mad at me for your father's dumb ideas."
That was all she could take. After weeks of bottling up her feeling and crying them into empty whiskey glasses, her emotions spilled over. With a shove of the table, her fist connected with Butch's jaw faster than she could realize what she was doing.
When heading in for a second strike she was subdued by a pair of strong arms.
"I knew you were trouble the minute I let you onto this boat. I have half a mind to throw you overboard. With all the damage you have caused, it feels like that would be a waste." Harkness pulled her out of the bar while another guard escorted Butch to the clinic.
"Let go of me." She tried to elbow the chief but he blocked her blow.
"Stop resisting now." She had never heard him so angry, something about it bothered her deeply.
Reboot My Mechanical Heart Pt. 2/?
(Anonymous) 2012-01-03 02:24 am (UTC)(link)Her face was shoved into the cold metal as she felt him pin her to the wall. A pair of handcuffs were strapped onto her wrists and he pushed her past the door.
The lone wanderer looked around the room in a hurry, still unsure of why she was here and not the security quarters or in the river like he threatened. That same fearful sensation rose again when she saw him lock the door behind him before stalking closer. A hand closed into a fist on the back of her head, dragging her by the hair to the nearby table.
She was shoved onto her back, her cuffed hands securely pinned beneath her own body. The security chief began unzipping her merc outfit, tearing apart any fabric tin enough to do so. It wasn't until he yanked her skirt off that she realized the level of her situation.
She struggled to get herself up as he tore away her underwear. As soon as she lifted her upper body off the table, a firm hand on her now exposed chest shoved her back down.
"Stop! Please. Let me go!" She cried and screamed and shouted as high as her octaves would allow, but nothing happened. As if the busy hallways and occupied rooms were all vacant. Here she was, alone with the man she trusted, attacking her.
He pressed himself flush against her, lips pressed firmly on her jugular. She tried again to move away, only to give up with an audible cry when Harkness rolled his hips into hers. He moved move her body, caressing and lasciviously groping her chest. Tears sprung from her eyes as his fingers began to touch her sex.
"Please stop. It won't happen aga-" Her plea was cut off with a small scream when he bit down on her nipple.
His wandering fingers plunged into her entrance, pumping into her with deliberate force, pressing against the thin barrier of her chastity. He flicked his thumb over her swollen nub, forcing moans out of her sore throat. The lone wanderer began trying to leave again, thrashing against the desk until her shoulder were almost pulled from their sockets.
Harkness removed his fingers from her, using them to remove his own clothing. Each unlatch of a buckle or sound of a zipper being opened made her chest hurt. She just laid there waiting for inevitable to happen with tears marring her face. "Don't!"
With a grunt he entered her, pulling out and thrusting back in with force that shook her whole body. She screamed and kicked at the intrusion but to no suffice. Her inner muscles struggled to accommodate his girth, only serving to cling onto him and cause more pain.
Re: Reboot My Mechanical Heart Pt. 2/?
(Anonymous) 2012-01-07 07:39 am (UTC)(link)